I was out for my run this morning, and I got thinking about how similar running and teaching are. I have been running for about 10 years. I wasn’t a runner as a kid. I thought it sounded good, but the actual work of running wasn’t appealing, so I never got into it. I’m a recent convert. I like to tell people I run, since no one ever asks if I run fast. I don’t. I’m slower than a turtle going through peanut butter.
Anyway, I find that teaching has a lot in common with running. For instance, you have good runs and bad runs. There’s never a reason behind a run being good or bad. Yesterday, I went out for my run and felt amazing. It was cold, windy and early in the morning (none of which are good in my book!), but my running felt good. I finished and felt so proud that I had accomplished a run.
Then, today. It was awful. I had to take a number of walking breaks. I hated every minute of it. I was in a terrible mood when I got back (no runner’s high for me!) It was just plain yucky. Beautiful, sunny sky, warmer than yesterday, not as windy, later in the morning. None of that mattered.
I have those kinds of days teaching, too. Some days, everything just clicks. No reason for it to be a good day, but there it is. Friday was just such a day in my classroom. Full moon, Friday, big unit test. All things that should have caused the kids to be a problem. Even a mix up with the unit test and I gave them the pre-test for the next unit instead of the test we had been prepping for. None of it stopped them. They worked hard, were happy to be in school and generally had a great day!
Then there are the days where you’ve planned everything out. You’ve got an exciting lesson plan, full of fun activities that will lead to those light bulb moments. Until everything falls apart. You know how that goes – you expect it to be wonderful and it’s NOT. Everyone frowns as they leave for the day.
Teaching is like training for a race. You put in the hours, day in and day out, slogging through the tough workouts, until the day when it all pays off. Friday, it paid off for me. I have a student who has been failing my class all year (and everyone else’s). I’ve been working with him every day to get his work for the week caught up. Friday afternoon, he had everything done and got to hang out with his friends for the last half hour of the day, instead of catch up on work. He was so excited!
What else is a metaphor for the hard work of teaching? What do you compare it to?