A Love of Teaching
A love of teaching is hard to find
For some try in vain to fill the mind
And others are bitter, aloof, and unkind
And still others tire of the daily grind
But what if it were not this way?
If play was work and work was play?
And would it cause such disarray,
If students had the final say?
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I wrote this poem in a whimsical Shel Silverstein style for a reason. My dream is to be a science teacher, and often "playful" and "whimsical" are not adjectives one would use to describe a middle or high school science class. However, I believe that students should be able to pursue topics of interest in a class, and that the role of the teacher is to support those interests however possible. At the end of the day, science is less about memorizing types of clouds or the process of photosynthesis, and more about developing critical thinking skills. That type of learning can only take place when students are engaged and invested in their learning.