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The Unbearable Lightness of Being a Teacher

[get this essay and all my recent writings in the book by the same name. download HERE.]


"In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of  nostalgia, even the guillotine."

It is that time of year, time to say good bye. Time to close books and put away pencils and go on our way towards that "next thing". End of semester, the bell rings one long, loud time. People come and go like ghosts, it is over. We await the "new" and September when there is rebirth and the cycle starts again.

And that's how school is.

I've never gotten used to it. This saying good - bye. It is like a heavy weight that burdens me all summer, all time apart. Where do the people go that were SUCH a part of my life? Why this hither and yonder and higher and lighter? Where do they all go? And why must I partake in it? Who clangs the bell that makes all this happen and keeps the circle spinning 'round? Who wiped away my sky?

"Anyone whose goal is 'something higher' must expect someday to suffer
vertigo. What is vertigo? Fear of falling? No, Vertigo is something
other than fear of falling. It is the voice of the emptiness below us
which tempts and lures us, it is the desire to fall, against which,
terrified, we defend ourselves."

It is even worse for adventurous EFL teachers. We flit from one school, from one country to the next. We get to know students and the community but always remain on the outside because there will always be a time to move on.... we are always saying good-bye, everything shifts underneath us and there is no "terra firma".

When I finished my second practice teaching session during Teacher's College, my mentor teacher - Jim McClacherty at the end of the session took me for a walk on the pitch outside. He has a somber air to him and I thought it was just because he felt burdened by some personal problem. He scratched at his beard as was his habit and kept chit-chatting as we walked on the field where he had once coached me as a teenage. Now here I was and he was trying to come up with some "wisdom". Finally, he stopped and looked me in the eye. He said, "David, you are a teacher now. And there is some secret you have to know. There is a lot of pain in teaching. The hardest part of teaching, the most pain, is in saying "good-bye". You are constantly saying good-bye to so many people/students that you gave your heart to. Your heart is broke a thousand times by this treadmill of human potential. It is the most painful thing, always saying good-bye. Nobody ever stays. "

"And therein lies the whole of man's plight. Human time does not turn
in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot
be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition."

I've so often thought of Jim throughout my years. The best teacher I had - the best because he was courageous enough to deal with the "heavy" stuff, the stuff that is seldom looked at but always there. And I feel that terribly this year, this semester. A lightness that comes from being "nowhere" and having so many teachers and students just pass through my life, like my life were some kind of magical treadmill. Where does the center hold? What matters? Do we just have to keep playing our part and our we mere players on the stage of life?

When Tereza came back from the dance floor with the young man, the chairman asked her to dance, and finally Tomas has a turn with her, too.

"Tomas", she said to him out on the floor, "everything bad that's
happened in your life is my fault. It's my fault you ended up here, as
low
as you could possibly go."

"Low? What are you talking about?"

"If we has stayed in Zurich, you'd still be a surgeon."

"And you'd be a photographer."

"That's a silly comparison to make," said Tereza, "Your work meant
everything to you; I don't care what I do, I can do anything, I haven't
lost a thing; you've lost everything."

"Haven't you notice I've been happy here, Tereza?" Tomas said.

"Surgery was your mission," she said.

"Missions are stupid, Tereza. I have no mission, No one has. And it's a
a terrific relief to realize you're free, free of all missions."

I have been searching my whole life for "lightness" and I've traveled the world. Yet, I find within me, a need, a sorrow, a melancholy that aches for "weight" and community/people and things that stay, endure and matter. What I'd give to not go through "a course" with its 15 weeks and then the repartee. It is like death itself! What I'd give to remember all the thousands (I'd even venture 10s of thousands) of teachers I've encountered online or off - what I'd give to have them in my life and as a whole and not some light breeze. I ask again, where does the center hold?

"The goals we pursue are always veiled. A girl who longs for marriage
longs for something she knows nothing about. The boy who hankers after
fame has no idea what fame is. The thing that gives our every move its
meaning is always totally unknown to us."

But maybe I'm wrong. I do know I still have a lot to learn. Something has pulled me into teaching and it gives me so much. I do enjoy the lightness too. I can disappear. I have no demands placed upon me, to a long term degree. I can be who I am and if not accepted, off to the next job, the next teaching position. I am the captain of my own ship.

Yet my ship has no rudder and the crew come and go with each new port. I've confused them all and all I remember are the faces. The destination? There is none, just constant harbors to get new supplies and rejuvenate - that is the teacher's lot.

"We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come."

It is the end of the semester, so many students coming to my office and then going.....going off to god knows where. Lost in this world's busyness. Lost to my ship, a fleeting memory of time and space. Lightness. Unbearable lightness. And one day I'll meet a student on some street with no name and I will not know their name -- only their face. I have to take faith that is enough. Such is the lot and the unbearable lightness of being a teacher.


"There is no means of testing which decision is better, because there is no basis for comparison. We live everything as it comes, without warning, like an actor going on cold. And what can life be worth if the
first rehearsal for life is life itself? That is why life is always like
a sketch. No, "sketch" is not quite a word, because a sketch is an
outline of something, the groundwork for a picture, whereas the sketch
that is our life is a sketch for nothing, an outline with no picture."

What to do? I live, I teach, I do my best. There is an ideal I long for but I seem incapable of finding it. Teaching seems contradictory to it. I want things to stay but nothing stays, life, my life, just keeps marching forward. I look underfoot but see no treadmill. Yet, everything keeps moving despite my protests. The moment won't last nor linger.


"There is no perfection only life"

This article I found complimenting my mood and the "lightness"... a good read.

Downloads: 183

Comment by Ellen Pham on June 14, 2010 at 7:40pm
: )
Comment by Ellen Pham on June 14, 2010 at 8:37pm
"They ask me why I teach
And I reply, "Where could I find more sple...


(Link to a great interview of John Wooden- if you haven't read it yet, David, I think you'll especially like it at this time of year)

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Comment by ddeubel on June 14, 2010 at 11:08pm
Ellen,

This aft after a busy morning I'll take a look and comment. I've been reading lots about Wooden recently - he seems to have a lot of common sense however, he also knew to "stay put".
Comment by Ellen Pham on June 14, 2010 at 11:18pm
Kids, David. It lasts from the time they are born until they leave home. Then you are back to the unbearable lightness of being... but since you have a late start, it just might see you through to the end!

; )

Moody... beautiful post

Who wiped away my sky?
Comment by Ellen Pham on June 16, 2010 at 6:53am
I'm constant, David. Can't even get rid of me!

And so easy-going... I think that is my best feature ; )
Comment by Ellen Pham on June 17, 2010 at 11:08am
This is a shout out for David...


...could Michael be more stunning?
Comment by Ellen Pham on June 17, 2010 at 11:21am
Hey guys, I've seen David prancing around a big stage, but he even jumped off into the audience! And a girl called him handsome! I am not kidding!! :D

And he was just doing an EFL presentation! Can you imagine what he could do with better material?

Ok, that's all for tonight. Relax, enjoy the bar... party's back on tomorrow.

i_dont_love_you_anymore.mp3
Comment by George Swen on June 17, 2010 at 1:05pm
So, I am here, Ellen:-) A great party you said, hmm... I haven't come with empty hands, I have presents!

One for Ellen, a moderator of this special event and a great animal lover:


And one for David. Just something he likes and has all over his room and I hope this rejoices him a little :-)


I know I once said I am not fond of Picasso, but I love his works in which he shows some tenderness. So this would be a collage for me:


I hope to meet you tomorrow, guys:-) Same time, same place. Done!
Comment by Ellen Pham on June 18, 2010 at 7:58am
BIG smile on my face, George : )))) Such good gifts you bring!

I need to beg off one more day on my DJ duties, but tomorrow is my Friday night and it should be steamy.

It seems like even the bar is closed tonight, so I will leave you with a little Laura Nyro from my personal collection : )

George, the first one, Spanish Harlem, is especially for you. It is a sweet and romantic song. If you also love New York Tendaberry, then you are a Laura Nyro fan, and you must write me right away so we can share. But some people just think she screams- usually people feel pretty strongly one way or another. I don't mind that either : )

Spanish Harlem- Laura Nyro and Labelle.wma

New York Tendaberry Laura Nyro Piano-Vocals.mp3

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Comment by ddeubel on June 18, 2010 at 8:17am
This is getting funky...... Ellen, anything with Picaso and I'm overwhelmed. I don't admire his tenderness really - rather how tender is his strength....(Oh that is a complicated though but I understand and I'll be satisfied with that).

Still too busy to party, but soon!

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