As an alternative means of capturing my thoughts and reflections, I write haiku about my teaching practice. This is the 12th post in the series.
Navigating the art of letting go of students each year has become increasingly difficult. My teaching has evolved to hinge on not only their learning of mathematics, but their stories and well-being as young people.
When my students move on to conquer new worlds, I stay back. My classroom welcomes new faces. I begin again. Permanence has no place in what I do.
At times, do I feel left behind? Do I feel like a part of me has left? Do I feel like a parent does after their child has moved out?
Yes.
A bleak and stalled truth
Two oruguitas released
Tomorrow is here
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