Popping his shirt in victory
Regaling his opponent with trash talk
It would make most people sick to their stomach
Doing it to his twelve-year-old son, well that was over the top
Extreme hubris was his specialty, and this was his teaching moment
Rallying all his reserves, Fannie pushed on
Every time the pen touched the paper
Doubt in her teaching competence would grow
It was always soul-crushing being an impartial arbiter
Now her hands were covered in the remains of her grading rubric
Killing her will to continue as her soul bled out on the page
Gerald pondered his test as the professor glared at him from the front of the class. Gerald had no problem with this tests, but more with tests in general. He thought that testing was only one way to really quantify how much he understood the material. There were so many other ways to show competence. Gerald quickly wrote down some of his favorites. He could compose a poem based on the material. He could create an interpretive dance. He could even cook a meal based on indigenous recipes of Uganda to interpret the material.
Gerald’s physics professor wasn’t amused.
Gathering my students’ hopes and fears
Relinquishing my humanity for cold analytical logic
Assessing their ability and competency
Dispensing points like a pharmacist gives out pills
Insuring the proper prescription for the script they have handed me
Never letting the person in front of the counter
Get the wrong pill to swallow
I know how to bring on the zombie apocalypse. It is not some virus or disease, just stop the production of caffeine.
Children are fun house mirrors that parents get to see their reflection in. You can learn a lot about yourself in that reflection.
Knowledge might be power, but only if it is actually used. Otherwise it is wasted potential and might as well be given away. At least someone else could get use out of it. That is why I am a teacher.