A little bit ago I invited my readers to ask me anything. One of the questions I received was what did you like the most about teaching high school English?
I was waiting to answer this question because I was looking for something in particular, which I can’t find, of course. (I hate it when you just saw something and then when you go back to look for it, you can’t find it. Grrrrr….)
I was looking for a poem that I had written about one of my students. He was one of several gang members I had in my classes. He was a challenge at times – strolling in late, not doing his work, talking when he was supposed to be reading, missing class.
Nonetheless, we connected. He told me about his life. I listened. I wrote a poem about the things he told me. He gave me permission to read it to the class. A few weeks later, he asked if he could read something to the class.
A poem he had written about his life.
That’s what I was looking for – his poem. I came across it recently. I know I saved it. I know it is in a file in my office – I just haven’t found it yet. #Iwill
It didn’t happen just once – that magical moment when a kid you wouldn’t normally imagine writing poetry does.
Let’s face it, there are kids who are already poets by high school – and aren’t afraid to share. I was a poet by then, though I only shared with a couple of friends.
But when you have, say, a football player who decides to write poems to help him process his grandfather’s death – well, that’s an accomplishment.
Or the student who decides to read a book – for pleasure – for the first time in his life. Well, that is something amazing.
Igniting a spark in someone, that was the best thing about teaching high school English.
PS: You can still ask me ANYTHING! 😉