I have retired from the classic classroom but not from teaching. So I am in the process of reinventing myself as an online and social media ELL teacher.
I use different resources to help me kick-start into my new role. But more about that in future posts.
Over the years, Michael, one of our school’s tech experts, has helped me with my social media projects. The first one was this blog, Teach Well Tomorrow. After retiring, he suggested I morph the blog.
Finally, after a year and a half of searching for purpose and relevance, the ‘ah ha’ moment came to me this morning. I finished reading Pamela Paul’s wonderful article in the New York Times about allowing kids to be bored. Raising my eyes to the top of the page, I noticed Roger Cohen’s opinion piece: The harm in hustle culture on the homogenization of our lives. In Carol Jago’s teaching terminology, these articles would be ‘paired’ texts. I smiled.
As my grandson would say: “I got it!”
I find it hard not to open links to activities for the beginning of the academic year. I have always searched for new ideas on icebreakers and how to help my diverse students bond into a learning community in Room 463.
However, I always incorporated Jim Burke’s image analysis on what students can expect from the course, which I already posted about here.
Looking at the image, I thought it was a perfect metaphor for my new status, a word I can barely type – retire
I have so closely identified myself as an educator, specializing in ELL.
What is my new/renewed identity?
My plans for new beginnings are murky, as yet:
There is a need for volunteer teachers.
I have always dreamt of studying history of art.
I have a story line for a children’s book.
I’d like to collate the copious notes that I’ve taken throughout my career as a teacher.
And, of course, to travel off season.
I will even need a cane, since the first thing I have to attend to is a total knee replacement. However, I will get rid of that (the cane) very quickly.
So I say good bye and thank you:
senior prank – upside down
But most of all I will miss the students who taught me so much over the years.
Early one morning on my way to class, tears began to slide down my face. I saw the olive tree; central to countless assemblies that so warmly celebrated the diversity of our community. I am leaving.