‘I can’t be a teacher — I’m just learning. I don’t know enough to teach.’
The woman, a student in one of my classes, sat across the small round table from me. She was a few years older than I was. We were both already middle-aged. I sat there thinking about what she said. She was a year away from graduating with her master’s degree; about the same time she would have her first job — in which she would be required to teach.
She looked at me expectantly. I sat there, thinking and smiling.
‘Aren’t you going to say anything?’ she said with a note of irritation in her voice.
‘What would you like me to say?’ I asked. She looked exasperated. Continue reading