T-37: In a Row?
Thirty-seven is my current age, and roughly the number of weeks I work per year. It’s March now; only three months of school remain. The next two weeks are the glory that is the state test. Teachers can never know how well they have prepared their students for it , but I have a feeling they’ll do their best– for me. I could be wrong, but it seems self-evident that students will perform better for a teacher they like.
I’ve known teachers who say it doesn’t matter if students like them, only if students respect them. I don’t buy that. Respect without some degree of affection or appreciation is merely fear. You always walk the thin line of being friendly, but not a friend; still, if you want them to care, they need to know you care.
Today I learned… that small battery-powered devices can make you sneeze on demand.
And I close with the best cinematic reference to the number 37. Definitely adult content: