Teaching moment. Sometimes we find teachers in the most unexpected places. Who surprised you as a teacher this year, and what did you learn?
My teachers this year were silent and I met them in a classroom of dust. Their lessons were made of tears and heartbreak, yet the curriculum’s objective was
courage through adversity
honor in sorrow
And I was their attentive student. Listening to their quiet. Closing my eyes and hearing the rhythmic lectures in the wind. I heard them whispering. I wrote standards in my heart
I know you.I remember you.I feel you.
I left my teachers there, in their classrooms, waiting. I won’t be back; they don’t need me to return. I won’t find them there if I did.
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3 thoughts on “dust”
We write our books and become Mrs. America together. But this was particularly beautiful.
I love this, and I love the photo. And I love how we all keep teaching each other.
Wow. That is so very cool.
So, when do you write a book?
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