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I got to teach high school geology in the town that I grew up in. I loved the town and knew it inside and out. As I thought about how to teach geology (which was basically science for upperclassmen who were afraid of math), Miss Mason's credo was exactly mine: “Where science does not teach a child to wonder and admire, it has perhaps no educative value.”

I lasted a year. The kids adored me and ate it up. They may have learned some geology, it didn't really matter to me. So they can tell a metamorphic rock from a sedimentary one, big deal. But wonder? That's what I was talking about. And admire? You don't need to go some place exotic to see something amazing. We took weekly guerrilla field trips during the class period for the second half of the year. I knew where to find everything that we were studying, within a short walk or drive of the school.

I had a couple of favorite parts. Those field trips were great. Here is another. The day that they told me that I needed to resign was the day of some big presentations by the students. The kids made stories about continental formation, complete with big story boards. I made it into an art opening. I went to the grocery store and got the little cheese cubes and fruit punch that they always have at art openings. Let's think big, kids! You are worth it! [And the stories and art were great, btw.]

The other involved a tremendous young man who had suffered a lot. He asked if I would read an e.e. cummings poem to the class. Yes, please! I didn't care that it was, um, a little racy (lots of shifting gears, as I recall). You better believe that I was going to take up a high school senior boy on an offer like that.

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