They’ve stood in front of the crowd that is their classroom and shared things about themselves, told jokes, and taught common decency. At least the good ones have. Their students remember them and feel like they know them. Yet if you ask most professors who teach education to prospective teachers they will warn you that you will not remember all the people who come up and say “remember me? I sat in the first row of your English class in 2008.” A teacher’s brain goes “I’m sure you did, kid, but so did about thirty other students just that year,” but their mouth says “Of course I remember you.”
Thousands of people feel like they know this person and this person’s life, but it’s like a two-way mirror: the student sees in, but the teacher just sees their reflection.
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“I really don’t even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound.”Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer