I'm a teacher.
My parents are both (now retired) teachers, my older brother is a teacher who married a teacher.
And then there's me, who never harbored any desire to be one.
I tried to outrun my family's Teacher Gene, but it chased me down and tackled me.
After reading a few poems at Trinity House Theatre in June, accompanied on guitar by the brilliant Paul Murphy (proprietor of Blue Fish Music), I was asked to teach a poetry class at Palaestra, a co-op group for home-schooled children and their families.
My class has five students, which feels more akin to leading a small group; a task with which I am tremendously familiar.
I've found that it's a fantastic way to spend an afternoon.
2 comments:
That's awesome!
If you need any exercises, let me know.
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