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It's simply showing a child the world that's herenow beyond the human noise.
The recent rush to classroom love-fests fails to acknowledge the value of the old curmudgeon who taught a few decades ago, gruff yet beloved, because she was not the point of class.
The world was.
Why do you think books matter to children so much?
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Totally right, we are not the point!
Dear Penny,
One of the benefits of blogging is finding others through the comments--and glad to have found yours today. =)
Here’s to the memory of a few curmudgeons of old....Cavallo (9th grade biology), Lehman (12th grade chemistry), Purrachio (?? grade Shakespeare). I’d include Doyle, but she simply wasn’t a curmudgeon, just a great english teacher.
Dear Anonymous,
Thanks for the memories--alas, my concussion in 9th grade wiped out my memories of my biology teacher. I have no idea who it was, couldn't even tell you his or her sex. Lehman turned me on to chemistry in a huge way--I adored her!
And my mom, well, she taught me most of what I knew growing up *and* she loved me. =)
(Were you part of the class of '77?)
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