As an alternative means of capturing my thoughts and reflections, I write haiku about my teaching practice. This is the third post in the series.
It’s always during this time of year that I feel closest to my students. For 45 minutes a day for five days a week, we have helped one another shoulder life’s highs and lows. We have been through battles. We’re different people now than we were 10 months ago. We’re stronger, wiser. We’ve grown together. We’ve learned plenty of math, too.
And just as I feel the comforting embrace of these thoughts, like now, the Regents rears its ugly, formidable head. And then I am disheartened.
Compound interest
With a soaring rate is at
Odds with a scaled score
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