As an alternative means of capturing my thoughts and reflections, I write haiku about my teaching practice. This is the fifth post in the series.
As my teaching has slowed through the years, I’ve been paying more attention to the furious pace with which new teachers experience their students, their pedagogy, and their practice. My awareness of these early-career teachers has matured a lot lately. And maybe I’m just getting old and doing what old people do, but I am feeling more responsible for these teachers these days — even those of whom I don’t work with directly. I love listening to them.
I had a recent conversation with a first-year teacher that struck me for a lot of reasons. It inspired this Haiku.
Teaching, you’re new here
A place where a week feels like
A lost lonely year