Self-discovery
never seems to end, especially when you’re open to the possibilities. The past two
years were chock full of challenges. From putting all my “stuff” in storage to
living in my daughters basement, to leaving my cherished cats and striking out
on the road of unknown, to staying with total strangers in strange cities, to
pulling a 6’ trailer through mountain passes at midnight, then getting lost on
an old logging road at 4000’ elevation. Through it all, I learned new things
about my strengths, discarded myths about my weaknesses, and grew spiritually
with each discovery.
Today,
another self emerged through disappointment. In the seven years I facilitated
workshops for the Neighborhood Writing Alliance, I thrilled at leading folks
into the realization that they had voices, that their words were important and
powerful, and that people wanted to read their stories. Those years brought me
to the idea that I loved teaching. What I learned today was that it isn’t
teaching. I didn’t teach them how to write. I didn’t edit their pieces before
publishing. In fact, many of my edits were edited. The joy was in the leading,
the guidance, the conversation and dialogue that got them to the point of
writing publishable work.
Three weeks of teaching GED reminded me that I am at complete odds with state rules,
regulations, and requirements, all which make no sense. The process leaves
students, and caring teachers, empty. It’s about meeting mandatory hours, and
using books that have no correlation with needs, only scores. There’s no true
rapport building with the individual, only process and procedure.
However,
spending an hour with a student discussing how to learn their own process, for
writing or math or reading, was exhilarating as the student asked deeper and
richer questions. Discussing career goals and passions, suggesting possibilities,
actually relating to the human, this is what inspires and fulfills me. So, in losing my job due to illness, I've found another self. Now, to
follow this new path and carve out some type of living is a new challenge.
Now you understand why being called an "educator" is fighting words for me. Teaching, connecting with a person and guiding them to new insights is rewarding, and has nearly nothing to do with the goals of public school. Congratulations on finding a new road. May you be joyful as you fulfill your purpose.
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