As an alternative means of capturing my thoughts and reflections, I’ve been writing 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
As an alternative means of capturing my thoughts and reflections, I’ve been writing Haiku about my teaching practice. This is the fourth post in the series.
As my career has matured through the years, I have learned to embrace my summer more and more. These two months represent precious reflection time for me. For this reason, I outwardly defend my summer. I purposely stay away from any sort of teaching environment; I can’t genuinely reflect if I’m still in the game, making decisions, and in the flow.
Outside of the personal benefits, this time away from the classroom allows me to pause my teaching and check in with myself. This summer is no different. My thoughts about my teaching have been plentiful and will surely evolve and change over the next several weeks. But before they do, I wanted to gather some recent, and important, reflections with this Haiku.
Letters to know one
Muggy thoughts, discerning sun
Who will we become?
As an alternative means of capturing my thoughts and reflections, I’ve been writing 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.
With a soaring rate is at
Odds with a scaled score
As an alternative means of capturing my thoughts and reflections, I’ve been writing Haiku about my teaching practice. This is the second post in the series.
My students and I will be doing some Sidewalk Math this week. Inspired by one of my exceedingly poetic students, and in the spirit of my recent interest in haiku, I wrote this:
With a little chalk
Pattern and logic emerge
From a shy sidewalk