Slightly crazy writer and passionate educator for those who struggle
I stand, timid
In front of class
My first lesson,
A teacher.
I stand, breathe deep
And my voice speaks
I stand, nerves rioting
In front of school
My first assembly,
A presenter.
I stand, grip lecture
And my voice does not quake.
I stand, years later
In front of class
self-assured,
A leader,
A conveyor of Knowledge.
I remember my first class well, and my first presentation in front of a larger group. Its amazing how much you ‘grow into’ the job, isn’t it? I still miss the classroom environment (I retired in 2010 – due more to college politics and student ‘entitlement’ issues than a lack of love for the job) and being a conveyor of knowledge.
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Entitlement seems to be growing. Such a shame.
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I loved this!!! I relate to it fully, the first two semester teaching at a university were so nerve wracking for me! But I fell in love with being a “conveyor of knowledge” 🤓😬🙏
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Thanks
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