This blog often gives the impression that our classroom is the land of milk and honey, that we effortlessly uncover amazing orthographic truths, willingly and simultaneously, and that all students are fully engaged in every step of the detective work. Additionally, I know that I portray myself as the masterful orchestrator of this scholarly bliss, this dance of inquiry and scientific investigation.
But that’s not always the case.
I often say the wrong thing, or reveal too much too soon, or don’t allow adequate time for struggle and reflection. Sometimes the kids lose interest, or they goof off, or they spend entirely too much time on a misguided project, a sign of my failure more than anything else. This last week before the October break, excitement for the holiday undoubtedly a factor, was a bit of a mess, the type that makes one question one’s role as an educator.
And then Thea came along, literally in the last fifteen minutes of a Friday afternoon before vacation, and shared the following. Thank you, Thea, for rescuing me from my pity party.