A dream about teachers

Others have had dreams; I have one too. I dream that we will always be appreciative of the men and women who defend our country and who sacrifice so much; however, I dream that we will learn how to become as appreciative if not more of the men and women who teach us and remind us of our lifelong commitment to learning and improving. I dream that it will become customary for us all to go out of our way and approach teachers with humility, hand shakes or hugs, and expressions of gratitude like, “thank you for your service!” I dream that one day teachers will walk in parades and that as they pass by, our applauding will drown out all of the marching bands.

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Andrew has never been the same ever since

A rite of passage, a transition ceremony of sorts! Andrew’s identity changed when he left the group of non-shoe tyers and became a member of the shoe-tyers group.

Click on image to enlarge it. Incidentally, this actually happened in the mid 1990s, a couple of years after completing my doctorate, and it encapsulated in a single episode my sociolinguistically-oriented dissertation research in a bilingual Kindergarten classroom near Washington, DC in the mid 1990s that was undergoing a reform of its mathematics curriculum. Learning is identity change. Andrew has never been the same ever since!

Let me get this straight…

I’ve begun a formal process, one that I’ll elaborate on in due time. Suffice it to say that this process requires some reflection, and that this illustration is an autobiographical by-product of that reflection. I won’t include any analysis of this real event in my life at this particular point, but I do hope to so as soon as I’m able to coax out a pattern or two.

This drawing was done on an iPad Pro using an Apple Pencil and Paper by Fifty Three.