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Good teaching cannot be reduced to technique; good teaching comes from the identity and integrity of the teacher." (Palmer, 2007, p. 10)
When I thought about that quote for a while it really helped me remember some of the great teachers I had during my public school days back in Pittsburgh. I was using the wrong criteria when I had my "brain fart" in class and was unable to recall any of my memorable teachers. Mr. Macken, Mr. Murphy, Mr. Schweiger, Mrs. Hardy, Ms. Belton, Mr. Lang, Dr. Bevan, Mrs. Kravitz and especially MR. Kravitz all shared the common thread of the aforementioned quote.
That collective group of teachers had moxie. They had personality. They taught with passion. They had IT.
They taught who they were.
I almost feel bad for slighting them. They put so much time into making me the person I am today that I should be sent to teacher "detention" for lack of appreciation. The sense of connectedness my fellow students and I had in each of those classes was obvious and apparent. Those teachers enjoyed being there and we enjoyed bieng in their respective classes.
After reading Chapter 1 I realized that all of them were, in one way or another, mentors to me and my craft. When I think of my love for coaching and extra-curriculars I immediately think about the endless hours Mr. Macken spent coaching and proctoring a plethora of different intramural sports for us. One of my favorite memories from high school was scoring the winning goal in the intramural hockey championship. I carry a little piece of Mr. Macken's charisma with me at each practice I coach during my season.
I could go on and on with similar stories. Ms. Belton reading us "The Hobbit", Mr. Lang always telling us to "choose", Dr. Bevan turning a bunch of tone-deaf jocks into a phenomenal Men's Chorus, Mr. Schweiger being flat-out WACKY and justifying his refusal to wear deodorant because it was OK to smell like a human while wearing crazy ties, and Mr. Kravitz just being so flat out cool we just
wanted to be in his class each day are all little pieces of who I am today. When I teach who I am, a large part of me is actually teaching
who they were.
I'm grateful to all of them. They shared their courage, their heart and their integrity and I'm better off because of it. Hopefully someday one of my students will come back and tell me they were inspired by something we did together in class. Until then I'll keep teaching who I am and paying the same passion forward that those great teachers paid to me.
With deodorant though...