Reading

The Ultimate Magic

The ultimate magic in teaching didn’t happen for me until several years into my career.

Garrett, a fifth grade boy, kept a handball, rubber bands and paperclips in his pocket just in case. He never took less than ten minutes for a drink break, even though the fountain was right outside our door, because he had to patrol the hall to check on all the other classes, somberly reporting to me any child, in any room, he caught misbehaving. He had trouble reading unless he paced.