tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534665086749553287.post7582354030400722253..comments2024-03-27T08:53:29.267-04:00Comments on CURMUDGUCATION: What She Taught MePeter Greenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16511193640285760299noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534665086749553287.post-39940503999011278042019-05-09T16:34:06.336-04:002019-05-09T16:34:06.336-04:00One of my memorable teachers was a flower child ty...One of my memorable teachers was a flower child type who tried to teach sophomore English but got beat down regularly by the smartasses and the apathetic followers. She was probably only 8-10 years older than us, and made it clear that she would not continue teaching after the year was over. You could almost see her idealism dying. It was painful. So she would not be considered a "successful" teacher, but I remember more about her class, and with more fondness, than any other English class I took.<br />Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01638646078223591586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6534665086749553287.post-31231307246183124962019-05-09T12:19:40.522-04:002019-05-09T12:19:40.522-04:00It is about time somebody talked about the way we ...It is about time somebody talked about the way we spend entirely too much time lauding "superteachers", while ignoring the profound impact that fallible, hard working, perfectly-good-but-not-superhuman teachers have on our students. I had a number of teachers like the one you described, and I have made it a point to get in contact with them over the years and let them know that they had an impact on me. Bloolighthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18397353861371758938noreply@blogger.com