I mentioned in my last post that I consider this my 4th year of teaching, not my 6th. I did teach, full time, at a school in the Republic of the Marshall Islands (RMI) for 2 years. I busted my butt. Worked 24/7. Made myself sick I worked so hard. Had regular emotional breakdowns. But I can’t think of that time as time when I really grew as a teacher. Continue reading
Dylan Kane gave me permission to be selfish, and I’m taking him up on it. This one is cathartic for me.
I have apparently developed a bit of a reputation as someone who gets excited about math.
It’s true. I do. At “Math On a Stick” last year, I was so happy, that some of the other volunteers were afraid of me. I regularly burst into applause when I see a beautiful proof. My students admonish me by saying that most 31-year olds go to clubs that don’t start with “math” on Friday nights.
This has not, however, always been the case. Bear with me. (Or stop reading, mathy emotional baggage coming up.) Continue reading
Here we go, Post #3. I will likely end up going months without posting things at some point, but this one matters, and since I’ve started a blog, I would be disappointed in myself for not expressing this as soon as I can. Continue reading
This started as a paragraph in my “About Me” section, and perhaps reveals the philosophical mush I found myself in while I spent an embarrassingly long time choosing the title of this blog. But as a first blog post, it’s a decent attempt at my current, honest – if wildly philosophical and abstract – feelings toward teaching and math. I’ll get more specific in future posts.