It is the second to last day for the students and I am tired. I collected computers and organized the lab and had a few hard conversations.
But thinking about it, I don’t think they were the hard conversations that mattered. It was honest, and it was the truth, but it didn’t move things forward. No teachers are better teachers because of it. No students are going to have a better year next year because of it.
The important conversations move the art of teaching forward, and nothing I did today moved either my art or another teacher’s art forward.
Notes For Kevin 