The Master Teacher’s Last Lesson
Language: en
I had just walked in the door, still buzzing from a fantastic bowl of Pho, when the text from Tiffany Miller landed. "Ms. Allen, I saw you eating beef noodles just now. You seemed very happy." "But shouldn't a teacher find joy in teaching? Shouldn't you be feeling pain when you are away from your students and your classroom?" "I just feel like you were a little too happy." Reading that, I nearly choked on my own indignation. It was my day off. I went out for a bowl of soup. Was I not allowed to smile? Still, adhering to my principle of minimum engagement with the unreasonable, I…