A decade ago I wrote that a preacher needs to own the room.
The same is true for a teacher.
But, currently, I don’t have an assigned room.
I’m like a man without a country. A teaching orphan.
But I wish I did have a room.
A place I could consider “home”.
A place to decorate.
A place to display assignments.
A place to be proud of.
A place of routine.
A place of consistency.
A place to be dictatorial over the placement of the tables.
But mainly… I want a space that is… mine.
A place I somewhat own.
A place of regularity.
A place where my students will meet me, not me rushing to meet them… somewhere.
A place to store what I need.
A place to stash what I’ve found.
A place which my classes will be familiar with.
A place with visual reminders of what we learn about and what they are expected to produce.
These are the perks of having your own space.
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