Teaching teaches you about yourself.
I required that all my students turn off their cell phones while in my class. I wasn’t a stickler on shirt tails and tardies. Shoot, I threw a plastic spoon at Carmen, a freshman girl, and hit her between the eyes. I’d asked her to stop talking several times. Despite my own flagrant disregard for decorum, I didn’t think my phone rule was too much to ask. If a student’s phone went off during class, I confiscated it, and the perpetrator had to wait until after school to get it back.
You can imagine how my jaw dropped when during the Anglo-Saxon literature unit test, one of my juniors, Tyne Brewer, raised his hand and said, â€œMr. Church, I’m getting a call and it’s a long distance number that I don’t recognize and I’d like to take it.â€
Five minutes later, after I finished sharing several â€œthoughtsâ€ with Tyne and the rest of my 5th period class, all the color had drained from his face and I had gained valuable insight into Mr. Austin L. Church, High School English Teacher:
I had a temper.
Some people spend years and thousands of dollars on therapists to learn such things.
I, however,Â got paid to discover these manifestations of my immaturity. Genius.