tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post1769259065826126816..comments2024-03-18T11:55:08.722-04:00Comments on Written Inc.: No longer strangerscarmilevyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00360045114379957605noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-34677833513373945942011-12-23T11:34:35.490-05:002011-12-23T11:34:35.490-05:00I bought a dog in the summer (it seemed like a goo...I bought a dog in the summer (it seemed like a good idea at the time). The park was filled with strange faces. Over the months small chats became long conversations, and tonight I’m joining a group of them for Christmas drinks. <br /><br />Although over time we’ve become familiar and friendly, most of them do still have strange faces ;)<br /><br />OK, getting off the subject now. Happy holidays.The Blogger Formerly Known Ashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04310345690134317710noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7449503.post-5860425927110863042011-12-22T22:50:41.328-05:002011-12-22T22:50:41.328-05:00You hit the nail on the head - one of the reasons ...You hit the nail on the head - one of the reasons I love teaching so much. Every year I meet a whole bunch of strangers, about a third of a Junior High are totally new to the school (all the 7th graders). And even in a class where I have already met most of the students, each class develops it's very own personality. You put it so well - "coalesce into a tightly knit team".<br />I've been doing this for 19 years now, and still every year I get a knot in my gut as I first walk in front of the class to set down the ground rules. And every year the classes evolve into a working unit, some better than others but I learn which ones I can relax with and which ones I need to keep on task 100% of the time. By the end of the year we know what to expect from each other. Might not like it, but we know what to expect.Max Sartinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07271198231897203659noreply@blogger.com