Reflections of a Teacher's Heart
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Poems by David Puckett
"17 Years in the Seventh Grade and I Still Haven't Learned"
Four years of undergraduate work.
Two Master's Degrees.
Seventeen years in the classroom.
I know concrete from abstract.
I can leap the tallest Bloom's Taxonomy in a single bound.
I actually do worry about Higher Order Thinking Skills.
I have mastered
content guidelines. . .
portfolio production. . .
writing process. . .
alternative assessment. . .
creating quality work!
And then comes Nick.
Perfect manners,
Well groomed,
The ideal student.
He's almost at my desk. . .
He probably has an insightful question. . .
He may have discovered an editing error in the new text.
He's such a good student.
What?
Let me see. . .
Nick stretches forth his hand. . .
And reminds me of what I all too often forget!
While I was focused on teaching ultimate truth,
Nick was pulling his last baby tooth.
When will I ever learn that I teach a "Who" not a "What"!
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