No one can take away your education. The evidence of my degrees are on display in my classroom. When I go to a new doctor, I look at their degree on the wall noting how recent they were educated and where they received their training. Is it my undying curiosity or does it really matter whether a doctor is trained at Harvard or The University of New England? I sound like a snob.
This afternoon I offered to help a teacher. She is new to our school and has infused enthusiasm and passion into our daily interactions. I wanted to let her know that my presence in her class would prove not be burdensome and that I am particularly passionate about writing.
“I taught First Grade for years. I love writing. I don’t get much of a chance to write with kids anymore. I’m a writer….mentor….I’m taking courses.”
“Let me think about it,” she replied.
I was floored.
“I don’t want to force myself on you,” I tried to repair “If I can help, I’d love to.”
In reflection, I blew it. Did I overwhelmed her? Unintentionally this turned into a conversation about me and the fringes of how I have the capacity and desire to help.
My degrees are on display in my classroom. I only wanted to help. Monday is another school day, an opportunity for me to learn again.