[This week's guest blogger is Dan Meyer, a 21-yo student teacher who doesn't know a quality faculty even when dropped into the middle of it.]
Not long after you begin student teaching (two days in my case), you’ll begin to notice something a bit…off, a little…askew, about your co-workers. Let me hasten your discovery along: they’re old.
Most were born old and they’ll all, without exception, die old. Most will be twice your age, and if that doesn’t feel awkward to you, be concerned.
These people, your “peers”, cling to every passing buzzword as if it is the rope that will save their very lives. They are the lumbering, aging Brontosauri and as you skip nimbly about their elephantine feet, please never forget: don’t show them up.
There will be a time and place for their eventual extinction but until then, don’t ever forget that, though their feet are large and clumsy, they still have claws. And only the old lions hunt humans.