For a few moments today I actually had the joy of feeling like a teacher. I was working one-on-one with Mona on an introduction to division lesson. Mona has severe math anxiety and it interfers with her learning. Today my slow careful patience with her paid off. I got to see her eyes brighten when the light bulb came on — and that’s what I went into teaching for.
Those light bulbs don’t light like they used to. Kids have less and less time to spend on hands on learning. These days everything is pretty much, “repeat after me.”
If you want to hear what else I have to say on this topic, visit my guest post at Belle of the Brawl. I am Sar’s Thursday Guest.