I stood in front of the class. I had an idea for a task that would help make concrete the abstractions around research methods that have been discussed for a couple of weeks. I asked for help in how to do the task. Turns out it didn’t really work. I didn’t pause, but tried another approach. Same result. Another. A moment of teacher lust where I talked and talked and talked. There was listening. The talking went past the time of it contributing. I suspect I get louder then too.
It is the insecurity that might come from having something unravel. Not a lot. But enough. It didn’t become a class negotiating and thinking with or through.Tags: Lifes Little Pieces, pedagogy, practice