I sit quietly, looking at the long list of assignments upon which the professor will be basing our grade. Thinking of all my other obligations, I find myself wondering if I’ll survive the next few months.

And I am pleased with that.

Being a teacher without being a student on a regular basis is about like being a mechanic who never drives. It’s one thing to “dish it out.” It’s another to take it.

To see the classroom from both sides of the desk is to ensure reasonable expectations from one’s own students.