Welcome to the new trimester. Im always sort of sad when we reach this point. This is my last chance to spend time with the seniors. I tell them they are like grains of sand slipping through my fingers, or like bubbles I'm trying to catch. What possibly can I give them, teach them in 8 more weeks? I've started a process with them called Problem Based Learning. Each group has a different real world problem to solve. This kind of work combines critical thinking, writing, and presentation skills. Plus, I become guide instead of leader, which helps me let go of them a little easier. May 22 will come all too soon, and then they'll fly. And I will miss these people. They've gotten under my skin.
I love my job. Teaching is an art and I enjoy learning and growing along with my students. I can't think of any thing else I'd rather do.