I was thinking back, just thinking about the almost four decades and roughly 34,000 classes I taught in my career. Looking around in my files I found a picture that jumped out at me as the happiest moment of my career:
It was taken about four years ago at Lincoln HS on Denver’s west side where there are a lot of Latino schools. My right hand had just touched his heart, in a kidding kind of way. That student, being fluent in Spanish as they all were, could process French faster than just about any student I remember in my career.
I remember that Dr. Krashen was actually in the room that day, how nervous I was, but when the kids saw a visitor there, they turned up their good will and looked like a bunch of super stars! Where to find better people than these in the world? I weep at their current suffering.
Yup, that was the highlight of my career, multiplied by ten thousand more, on the low side. It wasn’t the time my students in a private school in South Carolina took the top ten scores in the state on the National French Exam that year. It wasn’t any of the Fulbrights. It wasn’t going to conferences. It was the time spent with those kids. Thank you, God, for making me be a teacher. Sorry about all the bitching.