Thursday, June 17, 2010
I wish I could see the breathing miracles in my classroom more often. One definition of the word miracle is “an amazing product”, and what is more amazing than an adolescent human being with all its cells shifting and transforming and its life leaping up in a brand new manner each moment? If my eyes had the power of electron microscopes, I would see dozens of marvels in the form of students each day, marvels of movement and memory and unblemished, ground-breaking thinking. Each spoken word in English class would seem a work of wizardry. A flash of eyes or a smile would be a spectacle to wonder at, and even a single breath by Sam in the back row would be cause for shouts of appreciation.