Remember that thing about listening to students?
Oh, and that teacher in Alaska who gets such fabulous questions from her students?
than clearing up at the end of the day and
finding the small lifeless body of a question
under a desk—
I find less and less of them
the better I get,
the more the years go on–
but I still find them.
I always cry.
But seriously. Go read the whole thing. It’s worth your time.