Very briefly a longshoreman, briefly a lab tech in a booze plant, more recently a pediatrician in the projects, now a high school teacher in my hometown.
A few children chasing butterflies, mucking in the pond mud, and otherwise doing their best to confound our educational system remind me teaching matters.
The usual disclaimer: these are my views only, and I have days even I don't agree with them.
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And I always thought that the answer to the question, "What is meaning of life?" was 42.
(I love teaching, too.)
Dear Kate,
I wish the solution was, in fact, 42--but my sophomores have yet to explore that genre.
At least most of them.
I have a few oddballs I love, and who will save us, if salvation is possible. I have the piece of paper hanging on the bulletin board.
I bet before the year's out, I'll get an equation where x=42.
And keep sending the poems. I love Mary Oliver. Her poem "Oxygen" intermittently sits on the bulletin board.
Really? You haven't had any students suggest 42? That was one of my favorite books at that age.
Wasn't this in The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy? Nyuck Nyuck.
One of the last books I taught seniors had 42 as the answer to the universe.
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