One of the abundance of gifts we receive in late August-early September, is coming back. Like Lazarus, we arise from summer somnolence or frenzy depending on our personal proclivities and our family situation, and return to our first calling: the classroom.
Every student is a potential A. Any learning experience can happen. The pencils are freshly sharpened, the chalk comes out of its box in long undented cylinders, the room smells of wax, summer afternoons, and that ever-receding horizon as we explore the subject matter we have chosen.
We’re poised on the edge of a continent – a universe. Together with our students of this semester, we turn our faces away from the placid ocean of summer lapping the soil behind us, and make our way toward that treeline on the far horizon. Learning continues.
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