Beach Teacher

Now these are good office hours. I’m sitting in front of a big tide pool on a hot day at Appledore Island. My children are playing some Byzantine  game involving princesses on the raft in the middle of the pool. A student of mine has just walked passed me, snorkel and goggles in hand. “I’ve just sent you an outline for my project, and I’m going to take a break,” she says. As she floats off to gaze at the algae and the crabs, I use the awesome wireless on this island to check my email The outline is in my inbox. So by the time she’s done snorkeling, we can discuss it.

I’m doing my best to counter this tranquility by editing these students nearly to the point of tears. But my impersonation of John Houseman in the Paper Chase just can’t measure up on a day like this.

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  1. When I was at Appledore years ago, I looked longingly at the tidal pool, hoping to take a swim. Then I saw two seagulls fighting over the carcass of another of their kin, dragging it into the pool. I decided I didn’t need to swim after that (though I did take a quick dip off the dock one day).

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