It will show, in 4x2 across the face fashion, that being out of the classroom
I miss the reign-taking of direct instruction. I miss the connections with students, the developing relationships. I miss the self-gratifying experience of believing that I just wrote something, said something, or taught something that made an impact.
I'd write vocab stories. We'd read them. I'd never distribute the approved vocab text.
"You're odd," they'd say.
"What are you on?" they'd inquire.
"I'm high on nouns and adjectives," I'd respond.
What did I look like to them?
What did I sound like to them?
I behaved as if a mirror stood in the back of the room, keeping constant watch on my affect, appearance and attitude - all OCD, flat-front khaki, and 5'7".
Maybe I'll find myself back in the classroom, The Teacher, taking attendance, devising seating charts, grading papers, accepting and vetoing hall passes.
But then again...