She entered the room quietly,
sitting by herself.
A complex emotional life
bubbled below the surface,
but her face remained emotionless.
Today, she worked diligently
outlining an essay.
The quiet space around her
felt like a moat other students
were unsure if they wanted to cross.
I stopped by her desk to check in
and she asked my opinion…
“What do you think? Am I on the right track?”
A glance at her jottings revealed
a clear understanding of the task.
“Such original thinking…very compelling,”
She looked up and beamed.
a bright light cracking the surface
she worked so hard to construct.
A girl at the next table looked up,
“What did you write? Do you mind sharing?”
because I have faith
in the power of community.
Yes, I love reading and writing.
But, equally important,
are the moments of true
I witness everyday
in my classroom.
4 thoughts on “Why I Teach”
Thank goodness for fellow writers who decide to cross the moat. I am certain you help them build the bridge.
“A bright light cracking the surface she worked so hard to construct”- if that doesn’t describe the best moments of teaching middle school, what does? Love this post!
Love being a fly on your wall. Your special way of conferencing and making that human connection is magic.
‘The quiet space around her like a moat’. Such a beautiful visual for a beautiful moment.