Spotted this in my FB history feed this morning. It remains relevant regarding how I perceive my work in a school, particularly as I approach my life as a leader in a school.
(I started my career as an English teacher at Providence Day School in the fall of 1988. The previous summer I worked at Camp Pinnacle in Hendersonville, NC. My experiences as a rock-climbing instructor had a profound impact on how I view teaching. Devil’s Courthouse, so named by the Cherokee who inhabited this region of North Carolina, is an impressive spot, particularly when you are dangling from its face.)
I was at 5700 feet, 2000 feet above the cove floor, 200 feet above the base of the cliff face, about sixty feet above my climber. I was tied into a bow-line-on-a-bite, a remarkable variation of the standard bow-line that distributes equal stress between two separate safety holds. In this case the safety holds were chalks wedged into cracks in the rock. I leaned out as far as I could, so I could see my climber, who was stumped by…
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