Slice of Life #21 Being Ready

Overheard in the gym:

High school student to PE teacher: “How can I make it more creative?” (Likely in reference to a gymnastic routine he is scheduled to perform)

Talking to my Pre-K students who were eagerly anticipating their Awesome Gym Day:

“How will I know when you’re ready?”

Invitation in the library today on World Poetry Day to create a “found” or blackout poem. I took the invitation and found it edifying, calming, restorative. I was witness to the buzz that emerged when students were huddled up at lunchtime fashioning their fresh texts brought to life from an unfamiliar text.

 

On the stairs in conversation with my early arrival student.

Student: Can we play with those big yellow balls that smell like candy?

Me: Uh, no, we’re using other balls today, but everyone mentions how much they smell like what? Chocolate?

S: They smell like candy but I’ve never licked them.

Me: *Big hearty laugh*

 

My days are full of episodes. Contacts that ping me in one way or another. That remind me what it is to be alive, to be human, to be young enough to talk about licking or not licking a piece of sports equipment. Moments that nudge me to find my better self fast.
Incidents that ask me what ready even means.

When a student asks in all honesty: How can I make it more creative? I am oh so grateful to know that he happens to be in a place where he will receive an equally honest and also encouraging response.

When students are in line happily chatting to each other while my colleague and I wait it out without shushing them and finally that blessed hush arrives, that’s one kind of ready.

These moments punctuate my days, perhaps not always correctly or the way I would like, but they ground me. They keep me real, and over time, ready.

(Side note: Did you ever read “ready” as rEEdy the way a beginning reader might? Just occurred to me now while writing.)

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5 thoughts on “Slice of Life #21 Being Ready

  1. This phrasing and sentiment is what teaching is all about: “My days are full of episodes. Contacts that ping me in one way or another. That remind me what it is to be alive, to be human, to be young enough to talk about licking or not licking a piece of sports equipment. Moments that nudge me to find my better self fast.
    Incidents that ask me what ready even means.”

    I’m not sure that there is an age at which a teacher is too old for these moment. At least I hope there isn’t one.

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    1. The longer I stick around, the greater my appreciation of what my students bring into my life just by being who they are. So I’m hopeful that we get to keep enjoying that as we age, I mean, ripen.

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