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Results you can’t see

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Dear friends,

I think it’s human nature to want to see results from our labors.  We sow, and we want to reap a harvest later.  For those of us who teach, we want to see evidence that our students have learned – and we want to see this evidence within the semester or marking period.  If we don’t feel as if we “got through” to a particular student in the allotted time, it’s tempting to count that as a loss.

And since we don’t “get through” to all of our students, it’s easy to become discouraged.

I’ve seen friends and colleagues become jaded and disenchanted with their jobs, and it saddens me.  But I know how easy it can be to slip into despair when we work so hard, care so much, and don’t feel as if we’re making a difference.

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These are the times when I remind myself: My job is to plant seeds.  My students are (for the most part) young people who are being exposed to new ideas for the first time.  Some of these ideas might go against things they’ve already been taught.  Some may be difficult to grasp.  Some might seem to upend the status quo where they find comfort.

And that’s okay.

Venturing outside of our comfort zones is challenging under the best of circumstances – when we really want to, when we’re eager to learn, when we’re feeling brave.  But some of our students may not be ready.  Some may not really want to be here.  Some may not be willing to consider new ideas and ways of being in the world.

That readiness, that willingness, may come much later.  Perhaps years from now.  If we are honest with ourselves, we know that we were slow to understand some life lessons, and weren’t able to grasp them until we had a few more years on us, a bit more experience.  We had an “aha” moment where an idea or story resonated with us, sometimes years later.

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Teaching is an act of faith.  I remind myself of this when I start feeling discouraged.  This is not the kind of profession where I’m going to see immediate results (at least most of the time), but I have to keep believing in the value of what I do.

So I keep planting seeds.  They won’t all germinate, but that’s no reason to stop.  Maybe it’s a reason to plant even more.

Blessings,

Annette

 

End of this chapter

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Dear friends,

The students are taking the final exam.

I look around the room at their bent heads, their facial expressions.  Some of their faces say, “piece of cake.”  Others say “I really should have studied.”

I think about each of them.  That guy in the back was always a ray of sunshine – engaged, interested, and smiling.  People are drawn to him, and he’s smart, too.  I hope he will use his intelligence and charisma in positive ways.  Over there is a young woman whose quiet demeanor hides a passionate heart.  She wants to change the world, and I think she will.

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Thirty young people, heads bent, scribbling away.  Our lives touched for a while, we got to know each other a little.  I’ll probably forget most of them within a week, but a few of them touched my heart.  I wish all of them the best.

I always feel sentimental when I leave a classroom for the last time.  I look around at all the empty desks, then turn out the light and pull the door closed behind me. Soon, there will be a new group of students in this room, and the cycle will begin again.  For all of us.

Blessings,

Annette

Reading is a collaborative act

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“Reading is a collaborative act between text and reader, so no text is read ‘objectively,’ and none gives up pure meaning.  We bring ourselves to everything we read – including the people around us, the most complicated texts of all.  We perceive patterns and connections; we foreground some things and subordinate others; some details we fail to see altogether.  The best we can do is to try diligently, continually to expand our vision.  This is where imagination collaborates with fact, taking us toward some kind of truth.”           – Gail Griffin

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Love after love (Derek Walcott)

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Love after love

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott

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Are you the tiger or the fox?

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Dear friends,

Today, I am reflecting on this story:

A fox who lived in the deep forest of long ago had lost its front legs. No one knew how: perhaps escaping from a trap.

A man who lived on the edge of the forest, seeing the fox from time to time, wondered how in the world it managed to get its food. One day when the fox was not far from him he had to hide himself quickly because a tiger was approaching. The tiger had fresh game in its claws. Lying down on the ground, it ate its fill, leaving the rest for the fox.

69216079847c09f8dae307cbfd0923b9Again the next day the great Provider of this world sent provisions to the fox by this same tiger. The man began to think:

“If this fox is taken care of in this mysterious way, its food sent by some unseen Higher Power, why don’t I just rest in a corner and have my daily meal provided for me?”

Because he had a lot of faith, he let the days pass, waiting for food. Nothing happened. He just went on losing weight and strength until he was nearly a skeleton.

Close to losing consciousness, he heard a Voice which said:

“O you, who have mistaken the way, see now the Truth! You should have followed the example of that tiger instead of imitating the disabled fox.”

– by Massud Farzan