THE CLASSROOM IS TAINTED

i don't think anything happens in the classroom. i think teaching and learning happen just about anywhere else. the best place it happened this fall was outside the library waiting for students to come in. seeing them walk was such a pleasure. real live students!

i'm not sure i'm even a decent teacher anymore. i think somehow all i'm doing is holding the container for students -- not giving them information -- but holding the vision of their having the power to figure it out. and if they can't to ask the right questions and get where they are going. this isn't teaching any more -- it's something else. bearing witness perhaps? i don't know. but it's all i can do now here these days.