When I am reading for enjoyment, not for study, I have precarious and inefficient shorthand for my experience as a reader. I draw smiley faces next to things that make me smile. I underline things that I think my future self will want to go back and find. I draw stars next to other things, though I have yet to figure out just why I do this; stars are pure impulse. I draw stars out of whimsy. I am just imagining how shocked my students would be if they only knew the woman responsible for allocating their annotation grades, marked her own texts like this. As I rummage through pages of amateurish annotation, looking for inspiration, I come upon this line, glad that I underlined for my future self, me now, to stumble back upon:
“You were made and set here to give voice to this, your own astonishment,” –Annie Dillard
And I begin to think about my own astonishment and I begin to think that this might be an incredible way to explain what it is like to teach and live here. And I begin to think about recent moments where I found myself completely immersed in awe, big eyed, and astounded…
As a teacher at The Island School, I was made and set here to give voice to this: Continue reading