today was an especially fun teaching day. we read emmanuel carrère, an excerpt from lives other than my own. I indulged myself by telling my students about the professor, my favorite, who gave me the book.
we then workshopped two great essays before writing for ten minutes about expectations (i wrote about body expectations and body image issues but refrained from sharing this time). it occurred to me how much the expectations of my students drive me. through their inevitable expectations, a symptom of the classroom dynamic, the transaction between us, my students make me a better teacher and a better writer.
the expectations of others can be the best motivation. so can the song seven devils, which i am blasting as i edit an essay.
we then workshopped two great essays before writing for ten minutes about expectations (i wrote about body expectations and body image issues but refrained from sharing this time). it occurred to me how much the expectations of my students drive me. through their inevitable expectations, a symptom of the classroom dynamic, the transaction between us, my students make me a better teacher and a better writer.
the expectations of others can be the best motivation. so can the song seven devils, which i am blasting as i edit an essay.
