I am at #ecet2scak this weekend. It is a teacher-led conference, and the acronym stands for Elevating and Celebrating Effective Teaching and Teachers. In other words, rock star teachers come together to share what they do and build networks of awesomeness. It’s a nationwide thing created out of the desire to raise teachers up through the sharing of stories.
Stories. I feel I’m at an (the?) entr’acte of my teaching. This convening, as they call it, is the last thing my husband knew would happen in my career, and the last thing that gave his encouragement and enthusiasm about me attending, since he was my #1 cheerleader.
How does one do amazingly awesome teaching and learning when one’s #1 cheerleader isn’t around to soothe the doubts and provide counsel from a non-education perspective? How does the next part of the story unfold when written through the hole of grief? If I decide to figure it out, this blog might have another section dedicated just to holes of grief. But the reality is that grief is now part of my teaching whether I want it or not because it is part of me.
To bring it back to teaching, how does a student get through the struggles of becoming a grown human without a cheerleader? What holes do students cleverly carry throughout the day, wanting to or not? What does the next act look hold for the students who drag trauma with them from class to class?
How does one make it without one’s #1 Cheerleader?