Walking down the hallway, I try to smile and acknowledge students as we pass each other.
They say it takes more muscles to frown than to smile, but I’m not convinced. Smiling is not always easy: sometimes I want to scowl because of some frustration; sometimes I want to have a blank expression due to exhaustion; occasionally, I don’t want to hide my anger. In spite of all of these competing emotions, though, I still try to smile.
I know I must be doing something right when students smile back at me. It means that we have, at the very least, a pleasant working relationship (though frowns don’t always mean the opposite). And a good relationship is an important part of the foundation for learning.
Oh, whom am I kidding? I’m a mean ogre…