From my perspective I see that hope and teaching are somehow fundamentally linked. I tried to explore that idea in my last post, but even at the time I recognized that the thought was incomplete. (After all, I ended the post by asking readers for their definition of what hope means to them.) It has only been two days since writing that post but after reflecting on a few conversations, a few emails, and one comment (thanks, Tom!) that the post initiated, I think I have gotten closer to pinpointing what hope means to me and my life as a teacher.
Flimsy or circular
My problem was that I couldn’t nail down a satisfactory definition for hope. Its importance, its role in my life, and its role in my teaching all made perfect sense. But defining hope was problematic because each definition either seemed self-referential (“hope is hoping for good things!”) or weak (“hope is thinking that maybe something good might happen at some point down the road”). Continue reading