Today is our first day of classes for AY 2019-2020 on my campus, and as has become my wont over the past few years, I returned to this beautiful piece by Sonya Huber, which so eloquently captures and expresses so much of what I think and feel about teaching when I walk into the classroom on the first day of each new term. I’m reblogging it here in hopes that some of those who read my blog will also find it meaningful to them.
- I’ll tell you exactly how to get an A, but you’ll have a hard time hearing me.
- I could hardly hear my own professors when I was in college over the din and roar of my own fear.
- Those who aim for A’s don’t get as many A’s as those who abandon the quest for A’s and seek knowledge or at least curiosity.
- I had bookmarked a citation for that fact, and now I can’t find it anywhere.
- The only way to seek knowledge is to open your hands and let your opinions drop, but that requires even more fear.
- The goals and outcomes I am required to put on my syllabus make me depressed; they are the illusion of controlling what cannot be controlled.
- I end up changing everything halfway through the semester anyway because the plan on paper is never what the living class ends up being about.
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