It’s a Wonder We Can Think at All

(Click on the title to read the complete post) My first weeks as a teacher were desperate times, despite the fact that I had been trained to teach the very students sitting in front of me. This is not atypical due to Education’s failure to follow the models provided by other professions where newbies learn their way around the block as clerks and interns before being set free to practice their professions. Fortunately, I was saved by a demanding principal and a compassionate and knowledgeable Science Department Chair. Survival, as so often happens with emerging teachers, is more often a matter of good fortune than systemic support. I had been lucky, and thanks to these two great educators, I was surviving, but I was not thriving, and in my view, neither were my students!

No One Forced Me to Become a Teacher

I often wonder why many of my colleagues seem so surprised by the discovery that one is unlikely to become rich in the teaching profession. In 1972, I knew I would be making less than $8000 per year, even with a master’s degree. I did not become a teacher out of avarice; rather, like many of my contemporaries, I went into teaching because it presented an opportunity to serve. “Ask not what your country can do for you…” (Click the title to see the full post)