It sounds like a simple concept to grasp, but to a child, it is a notion that is often difficult to understand. Children can't readily comprehend the idea that a teacher does not live at the school or that he has interests outside of the classroom. This week, however, my students' vision of me changed. It all happened because of one simple event. I played soccer with them.
Memory is a funny thing.
I don't remember what I ate for lunch yesterday. Yet, I can remember something astonishing that happened to me when I was in first grade. I went to a parochial school in Massachusetts. One day, while I was on the playground with the other kids, I looked over to the basketball court and there was the most incredible sight that I had ever seen in my short six years of life. There she was wearing her traditional black habit, along with a very untraditional pair of white sneakers.