
This fall, I get to teach again.
That’s been the case every year for the past thirty or so, but the hopeful anticipation never wears off. I’ve taught preschoolers through adults … in public school, homeschool, Sunday school, and Bible study … with countless lessons of my own as well as other teachers’ lessons as a sub. Like writing and theatre, teaching is in my blood.
For the past several years, I taught women’s Bible study—I had been terrified to teach adults, but now I’m so glad I had the opportunity. For many years before that I taught high schoolers, both in public school and in Sunday school. I absolutely loved their honest opinions and insights, their sense of humor, and their natural curiosity for all they needed to know before heading into adulthood. Both the high schoolers and the adults kept me on my toes intellectually and pedagogically, and that’s something I’ve really enjoyed.
And now very soon, I’ll be back in the classroom with much younger students—two classrooms, actually. One preschool Sunday school class and one class I’m teaching in a local Christian elementary school. I know without a doubt that over the next year I’ll have moments of joy and laughter, moments of disappointment and worry, moments of shared excitement and success, and moments of what might look on the surface like utter failure. If you’re a teacher, you’ll also have those moments.
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