Musings from a teacher who still thinks of herself as a student and probably always will
Photo courtesy of Dancewave I think a lot about teaching. I am constantly questioning what it is I am teaching. How. Why. How to keep doing it. Why I keep doing it. Dance. My students. My students as dancers. As artists. As people. A few weeks ago, while I was waiting for my laundry to finish at the laundromat on Knickerbocker, I finally cracked bell hooks’ “Teaching to Transgress: Education as the Practice of Freedom”. And there I sat, in the laundromat, reading, and then, suddenly, crying. Crying in the laundromat because of the words I was reading. I spend my time on the subway, on the train, walking from place to place, with my headphones in. I bury myself in the sound and escape---not necessarily into the music, but into the classroom. When I have a moment alone, often in transit from job to job, I find my mind wandering to the studio. I curate, and re-curate, and curate again the type of environment I desire my classroom to be. I think a lot abou...
