My day begins at the door where I greet my students with handshakes and fist bumps.
Her day begins with five little boys climbing into bed and dog-piling her.
My lesson planning is done sitting at my desk.
Her lesson planning is often done at the bottom of that pile.
My lessons are informed by pacing guides, practice tests and proficiency levels.
Her lessons are informed by bugs in the backyard, bicycle tires and brotherly conflict.
My students use manipulatives to learn counting techniques.
Her students count out baby carrots as they make Dad's lunch.
I use rabbits to teach about exponential growth.
She uses a persuasive essay so her students can decide if they really want a rabbit.
My students solve fraction problems about baking and measuring.
Her students cut recipes in half, measure and bake.
My students eat lunch and go out to a treeless field for recess.
Her students eat lunch in the tree.
My classes end when the bell rings.
Her classes end at bedtime.
I use formative assessment to shape lessons.
She uses formative assessment to shape lives.
My students call me "Mister."
Her students call her "Mommy."
One of us teaches. The other pseudo-teaches.