Crow

Mar 08, 2008 11:53

You have a certain power as a teacher:  people who would otherwise never hear a word you say suspend their rashness and listen.  They seek out significance, because they trust it's there.  You wouldn't, after all, be showing them something insignificant, right ( Read more... )

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polemically March 8 2008, 20:46:24 UTC
The writer, the artists of the world, must learn to see things, and to show them. First we learn to see. Then we learn to show.

Thank you.

And thank you for the story as a whole.

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aliquisa March 8 2008, 22:56:15 UTC
You're welcome. I'm glad you liked it.

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nogrod March 9 2008, 03:11:45 UTC
Ahh... the teachers... the professors ( ... )

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aliquisa March 9 2008, 04:06:08 UTC
I'm pretty stoked about finishing school and being an idealistic young teacher, even though it means I'll have to trade paint-stained jeans and Superman t-shirts for 'professional attire.' I've had some pretty spectacular teachers who I want to return the favor to: they're the sort that consider 'returning the favor' to mean helping the next batch of youngsters to see and think and try to be the best they can be. I've had some pretty awful teachers too. They've taught me how not to function, and I appreciate them for that at least.

Really, it just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy to elicit *that* reaction. You know the one. The one where the student, any student, suddenly understands. The one where their mouths form a barely audible 'oh...'. Where they suddenly have this moment of pure enlightenment, and a flood of new thoughts enters them and fills them and you can pretty much see the glow and feel the energy...

Mmm...

I love that moment of clarity, and the feeling that I had something to do with it.

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nogrod March 9 2008, 15:11:00 UTC
I love that moment of clarity, and the feeling that I had something to do with it. Exactly my feelings as well! That's what makes one wake up every morning...

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irhinoceri March 9 2008, 06:12:17 UTC
The bird, our poor little bird, a crow, moves a little in the wind, it's grimy wings waving gently.

Choked me up a bit.

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