This week has seen me compelled to reveal my resignation. My affection for my school could be read as love, as something that is more important to me than many other distractions (profound and otherwise). I feel part of the community. I have a persona, and I make a difference.
But even this week, I feel an angst that comes with seeking a greater purpose. I feel there is more that I can do with my teaching, and more I can do with the way I teach.
There is something that I tell my students frequently, and that is that some people want to seek that which is immediately available to them. Perhaps from conceit, and perhaps to prove themselves in some way. But they do.
But even this week, I feel an angst that comes with seeking a greater purpose. I feel there is more that I can do with my teaching, and more I can do with the way I teach.
There is something that I tell my students frequently, and that is that some people want to seek that which is immediately available to them. Perhaps from conceit, and perhaps to prove themselves in some way. But they do.
