Teaching

As one may have gathered from reading these entries, I am a teacher. I am not a professor nor an educator nor a learning process facilitator. I am a teacher. A teacher of history to be precise. Why teach? Certainly not for the financial reward. If you are a teacher simply for the money that is wrong on so many levels. I love History and have ever since I can remember. I love reading about it, talking about it, writing about it, the last of which should come as no surprise. In short, I am passionate about History in a way that I am about nothing else. I am blessed to live in a society where I can do that.
I almost wrote the last sentence as "blessed to live in a society that allows me to do that." What would be wrong with that statement? On the surface, perhaps nothing. But is a society "that allows me to do that" a free society? Cannot the same society that allows me to do that also, at its whim, prevent me from teaching? Here endeth the digression.
Teaching allows me to do what I love. The heart of teaching History is telling stories and I love doing that. Telling stories has been a major part of civilization since the days of Homer. There is also the joy in what I call "the light bulb moment" when a student pots A and B together and sees how it leads to D.
Of course teaching is not without its downside: paperwork. And now I must close as I have 45 tests to grade before morning.