I cannot play the flute, but there is something enchanting and beautiful when we watch the sun rise and bid farewell to the stars. Several years ago, just after dawn I watched several deer grazing on a golf course. It was too early for anyone else to be up and nothing else moved in the softness of the early morning.
When I am alone at
Dawn, I feel alive. The wind,
The stars are my friend.
I play the flute as I watch
The rising sun. I’m serene.
❤
I play the flute.
Leslie
The music would add to the quiet. Flutes are so gentle.
My experience is that teachers are some of the most unacademic stuck in the mud people around. They’ve earned their degree, do their teaching job and never expand beyond that. For those it really is a good idea for the state to require them to take at least 6 credit hours for license renewal every five years. Older teachers hate those faculty workshops but they need them but most just endure without the slightest intention of learning and modifying. And populations have shifted and changed with the times and immigration and technology and little attachment to past few decades make the old ways, ideas and grade assessments incongruent with the present. They never seem to get it.
I am board with you Carl. I retired when I realized I was running the risk of not enjoying what I did with students. Being in the classroom with students is invigorating and challenging. It is a vulnerable space and worth while. You are right when you point to how much teaching has changed. It is all about work and labor rather than ethical action.