Before anyone goes ber-bonkers looking for part I, I won’t be posting that until tomorrow. But the follow up is fresh in my crowded head so I’m going to put that one up first. I can explain my process if you want, but I don’t think it’s very interesting.
Today I was meandering through my errands because it’s beastly hot and I didn’t really want to get anything done. As I walked from one place to the next, a woman called out to me and said, “Did you teach at Metro?”
My first teaching gig was teaching a theatre class at an alternative high school. I wasn’t a classroom teacher, but I was part of the curriculum for a psychology/health class. I taught basic acting and playwriting. My students ranged from an emancipated sixteen year old who was trying to graduate as quickly as possible to go to college to a lesbian couple who was bullied out of their high school. Some students were former gang members and/or returning after dropping out. Many of my students used the class as a way to process the bizarre events of their lives.
The woman who called out to me was a student of mine about twenty years ago. We talked for awhile; she has raised four kids, three of her own, one adopted from a family member. She has finished court reporting school and is working and investing in her future.
She told me a little about her kids and the things she tells them about education. As I listened to her, I realized that I had heard some of things before; they were things I recall saying to different classes.
I told her I remember every student I have ever taught. (I do, I’m just terrible with names.) I do remember her. I remember wondering how she would turn out and if she would survive high school.
She did. She graduated from high school and faced some challenges and is working very hard to instill the value of education in her children.
So there you go.