Teaching, Living, and Learning: Journal: 1/23/06

Monday, January 23, 2006

Journal: 1/23/06

My family has a good reason to celebrate these days. My youngest son, Matt (or Jonah, as he is known by some), has just received his M.S. in Education, and will soon be certified to teach K-6 in the state of Connecticut. Somehow, it seems like an especially remarkable achievement. I know there are thousands of young teachers getting their degrees and receiving certification each month, but nonetheless, Matt’s achievement seems extra special. It’s like a flash of lightning out of a clear sky, or a sudden silence in the midst of a raucous storm. I am thrilled about it. It seems like this very good life has grown even better since I heard the official news.

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I found this quote (below) in Jane Austen's Mansfield Park. She's describing Fanny Price's home at Mansfield, but the words exactly remind me of the atmosphere I try to maintain in my classroom:
" ... no sounds of contention, no raised voice, no abrupt bursts, no tread of violence, was ever heard; all proceeded in a regular course of cheerful orderliness; everybody had their due importance; everybody's feelings were consulted."

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The following quote is from David Copperfield by Charles Dickens. I would like my classroom to be like Dr. Strong's school:

"Dr. Strong's was an excellent school...It was very gravely and decorously ordered, and on a sound system; with an appeal, in everything, to the honor and good faith of the [students], and an avowed intention to rely on their possession of these qualities unless they proved themselves unworthy of it, which worked wonders. We all felt that we had a share in the management of the place, and in sustaining its character and dignity."

If I replaced "agent" with "teacher", this passage from a short story might, I hope, describe me in my classroom:
"The agent spent his days in following what seemed to many observers to be only a dull routine, but all his steadiness of purpose, all his simple intentness, all his gifts of strategy and powers of foresight, and of turning an interruption into an opportunity, were brought to bear upon this dull routine with a keen pleasure."
-- from "The Gray Mills of Farley" by Sarah Orne Jewett