Archive for January, 1996

Being A Teacher

I’m sitting here, a bit tired, waiting to go to my evening class, and I started thinking about what my life as a teacher is and should be, and what it is I do and should do as a teacher. Being a teacher is not playing with lab rats or peering into test tubes. It’s [...]

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What Kind of Teacher Impresses You?

What kind of teacher impresses you? That’s an interesting question some of us have been trying to answer on a discussion list. I thought it would be interesting to pose it to you. Here are the kinds of teachers who impress me. Who impresses you? I am impressed with the teacher who from moment to [...]

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On Courage, a reply to a reply

I know you wrote me off-list, castagated would be a better term, flamed in e-mail terms, but I think it warrants an on-list response. I’m really sorry you think me arrogant, high-and-mighty, self-righteous, and meddling, and that I am self-congratulatory and self-promoting when I share my Random Thoughts. I don’t mean to be. And, please [...]

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The Power of Caring–A Reply

The number of responses I’ve been getting off-list to that students’s journal is blowing me out of the water. I’ve been hitting the keys so much that I’ve worn the prints off the tips of my fingers So, as I’ve done on other lists, I’d like to respond to you on list. I’ve been thinking [...]

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Anxiety in the Classroom, A Reply

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr! I just came in from a very, very cold walk draped in icicles. Even though I was the only nut out on the street at 5:00 a.m. it was a far noisier walk then you would expect. That’s because with every step my breath instantly froze and smashed to the street clinking and clanging [...]

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Anxiety In The Classroom

Went out walking late today. The sun was already up, people were out, cars were whizzing around me. That’s okay. I needed the distracting movements; I needed to watch out for cars since I am accustomed to walking in the middle of the roads dthe wee hours of the pre-dawn morning when every sensible person [...]

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