A classroom needs to know how to wait. Undisturbed by words, colors, or pictures.
These bare cupboards hold notebooks and boxes of books. Expectant clips hang waiting for writers’ words.
Open territory. Waits to be claimed.
Books provide the only hints of the journey ahead.
Next Tuesday the meeting area will fill and create chemistry never seen before.
Until then, the classroom waits.
But. I can’t help but want to share a few words. A frame for what could be.
Notice. Wonder. Collect. Share. Listen. Rethink. Repeat.
The question is often more important than the answer.
What kind of world can we make?
Know your thoughts lead to doing things that matter.
Histories, hopes, passions, and peculiarities that make each of us human will create this classroom. This week I celebrate the impossible and inevitable waiting to become.
Thanks to all who celebrate the week.