I love teaching. I mean, I really love it. It is a deep part of who I am, even when I don’t recognize it. And I have always been a teacher, even when I was a director, a waitress, a lifeguard and a stockbroker. Even when I was tutoring and practicing yoga and finding my way through decades of important relationships, I was a teacher. When I was floundering around in my twenties, ostensibly with no direction, I think I still knew I would be a teacher. It’s just one of those things in my bones.

But I am not good at this. I am not capable of performing in the daily theater required to capture even a moment of their attention. I am not good at giving assignments just to “hold them accountable” or assessments to prove that they are doing what I am telling them to do. I am not good at this.

I am not good at details until I know the big picture and I can’t seem to figure out the big picture until I know the details. I usually know what I want it (whatever the “it” may be) to look like in the end. How it should feel when I read their words. How a young writer’s face looks when he has gotten the words just right. What writers writing sounds like. What readers reading sounds like (because the silence is never silent). I know in my heart & soul when it is working. I know when, just for a moment, everything seems to have found its equilibrium. It is all in balance, for the briefest of moments, and I know that I am where I am supposed to be, doing what I am supposed to be doing.

But now that is gone. All of it. My box of tricks is empty. My pictures are fuzzy and out of focus. My passion for poetry does not filter through the blue mask and the moments of beautiful clarity are nowhere to be seen. I don’t recognize my classroom. It feels impossible to make them believe that their words matter, truly matter, because they have been silenced for so long. I am as anonymous to them as they are to me, just eyes questioning and waiting for connection.

I still love teaching, but I am not a teacher anymore.


8 thoughts on “Waiting…

  1. Thank you for sharing this – it is beautifully put. The thing I’m holding onto right now is that all of this is (hopefully) temporary and won’t last forever. Thank you for putting words to the feeling of grief for we’ve lost as educators.

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  2. You have written beautifully about the pain of teaching right now. I relate so much to these lines, “I am not good at details until I know the big picture and I can’t seem to figure out the big picture until I know the details.” It’s impossible to have the big picture or the details in the midst of a hasn’t-happened-in-a-century pandemic. You exemplify exactly who I hope sticks this out, teaches through this, because we will need your wisdom and guiding light about what teaching should be. Keep strong!


  3. Amazing that you can put this on paper. I really do feel very much the same way as I meet my students with masks between both of us, trying to make sure that I hear the right thing, convey the idea that I set out to convey. I am so proud of your writing. with love, kisses and soon-to-be real hugs. Mom


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