Quote for the week: Words are but pictures of our thoughts.
Today is the second Monday in September. (Time sure passes fast.) So this is Ripples in the Inkwell #inkripples day, a monthly meme created by Kai Strand, Mary Waibel, and Katie L. Carroll. I'm playing along with them. We're all authors, but you don't have to be to participate. Simply compose your post using the monthly theme, grab one of the images, and link back to the three names above. Make sure to use #inkripples when you play along and promote your posts. The idea is to toss a word, idea, or image into the inkwell and each post is a new ripple. There's no wrong way to do it.
September's theme is Fall/School. Theme's for the rest of the year are:
October: Fears/Things That Go Bump in the Night
Looking forward to seeing your ripples.
School is an interesting subject. Way back in the cave man days, when I attended school, life was quite different. We didn't have the electronics back then that students have today. Now, some of you probably didn't know this, but I learned to type on a manual typewriter. Yes, it did not connect to electricity. I also learned shorthand and later had a job as a secretary where my boss dictated what he wanted me to say in his letters and I wrote it down in shorthand and then typed my notes to send to his clients. I don't remember how to write shorthand now.
We had sports, but not as many today. There were few sports for girls: tennis is all I remember, while the boys had football, baseball, basketball, track, and golf. I think some schools had more for girls, not sure.
I was a band kid. Played the clarinet and was a majorette. An athlete I'm not.
Fast forward to my years as a teacher. Times had changed, and even more so today, since I retired. I had taught for two or three years and then the greatest invention ever came to our school. Air conditioning. Yes, when they told me my class would have air conditioning the following year, I was so happy. No more fans blowing papers off the students' desks. No more opening windows to catch a draft of hot air. Yay!
I taught for twenty-two years, everywhere from second grade to third grade, to remedial third through fifth reading and math. The last ten years I taught fifth-grade science. We didn't burn the building down with our experiments. The students didn't turn each other into zombies or Frankenstein Monsters. But we had a lot of fun. It's really weird too, because I'd always hated science. At the university, I took the minimum amount of science classes I could to avoid dissecting rats and stuff like that.
In the end, I discovered that science was fun, and truthfully, I learned right along with my students. I had several gifted and talented students in my classes. Well, you don't just tell these kids facts that are in the book. They want to know why? I wanted to know why as well. So, I liked to give them an assignment to find out why something worked the way it did. They were amazing. After asking the teacher in the room next door what the answer was, and her refusing to tell them because she knew it was an assignment, they went home and searched for the answer.
Now this was before the Internet became so important in education. (1960s and 1970s) We had a computer lab in the school, but the kids only went there once a week. We didn't have computers in each classroom, or for each student. They had to research with encyclopedias and what other resources they had at home or the library. They came up with remarkable answers. They learned; I learned. They got bonus points. I got the satisfaction of seeing them grow.
My teaching years were good ones. Yay all you teachers out there. You're writing the future.
Feel free to link your ripples in the comments and don't forget to use #inkripples. Discussions about fall and school will be going on all month on Twitter.
See you there.