Teaching & Learning
April has brought along some much needed sunshine and green blossoms around Bordeaux. When I came home from vacation on Friday, I felt like the city had broken out of its cocoon and started to stretch under long spring evenings and newly found heat. People have started coming out of every crevice of the city, lounging along the river in sundresses and shorts, thirsty for the warmth of the sun—I feel thoroughly at home. But this month has also marked the end of teaching and because of that, I’ve spent some good time reflecting. Thinking back to September when I first stood at the front of a classroom, I am reminded of how much there is to learn in this life. My students and my job have pulled and stretched me in ways I wouldn’t have imagined. Those first few weeks, I remember trying to calm the shake of my hands at the front of the room, constantly dropping my chalk and stumbling over chairs, walls and desks. In my nervousness, everything so...