My critical moment has been more of a collection of moments I have experienced throughout my teaching journey and became very evident during my practicum and CFE. It has been something that I find myself constantly thinking through and relating back to my teaching philosophy and who I am/hope to be as an educator. The idea of "letting go" of what I cannot control has been central to my reflecting of and thinking through these critical moments.
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Like Captured Butterflies
In her class our speculation ranged the world;
She aroused us to book waving discussions. Every morning we came to her carrying new truths, new facts, new ideas - - Cupped and sheltered in our hand like captured fireflies. When she went away, a sadness came over us – but the light did not go out. She left her signature upon us – the literature of the teacher who writes on children’s minds. I’ve had many teachers who taught me soon forgotten things – But only a few like her – Who created in me a new thing, a new attitude, a new hunger. I suppose to a large extent, I am the unsigned manuscript of that teacher. What deathless power lies in the hands of such a person. -John Steinbeck |