After the fourth grade, I never again saw a female teacher, all the way through graduate seminars. What I write reflects but one individual's experience incubated over those earlier years in what amounted, now that I look back, to a vacuum chamber. At this point, a female colleague, likeminded, should weigh in with testimony to the potentialities of a woman's self-reinvention as a classroom teacher. The mystery of effective teaching as an art is realized at that point where teaching and entertainment meet in combustion. This dictum is no less true of what should happen in the theater hive of the classroom.
Teaching is an ephemeral art.
Students remember this kind of teaching. They remember what they learned from it.