I started out writing a post about how the boy in this picture is all of my students right now.
Then I realized that the boy in this picture is actually me right now.
Then I took one last think on it and it struck me: the boy in this picture is all of us, all of the time.
We’re all making this sharknado up as we go along. Nobody knows what the hell they’re doing. We hope we’re doing the right things, and we certainly like to think that we’re doing pretty good in that regard. But running like a river of slime just below that shiny, smiling surface, is a bubbling, broiling river of doubt and despair, and you never know when it’s going to flood its banks and cough up a clutch of dead raccoons on your perfectly manicured lawn.
Best we can hope for is that our brave facade holds up, and that no hapless interviewers bother to follow up when we tell them things are going “pretty good.”
I could watch that little boy’s face collapse for hours.
2 thoughts on “How’s It Going?”
When you’re five years old and a stranger has a microphone and a camera shoved up in your face, you’re allowed to cry.
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Oh, definitely! But in a way, aren’t we all a five year old with a camera and microphone shoved in our face?
…well, maybe not.