Oh, the educational preparation programs…
People are paying so much for teacher training,
Yet getting so little in return.
I wrote that to poke my “save the world daughter”
Who is mired in virtual student teaching.
The other day, she brought a challenge,
One hundred burpees a day for a month.
For my life, my hips and hammys have balked
At being bent, stretched, or pushed.
Burpees are the enemy.
Like an experienced teacher, which I am,
I gauged my ability and knew
Regular burpees were out of the question.
Jumping in at an appropriate level, scaling,
That would be the way.
As successes grew, I knew I’d be able to up the ante.
“Dad, these burpees are killing me.”
“How do you get them done so fast.”
I could have lied, played an over the top macho game,
“I modified them.”
“Would you say that to someone reading below grade level?”
“No, but that’s different.”
“Not for what I teach.”
There was a pause, I sensed her smarter than father brain working,
“You’re right, but it’s still cheating.”
I think she was just mad.
I explained the plan, to gradually get to full burpees,
That I am playing a long game, not a short one,
How so many times “big eyes” killed me in fitness.
This challenge is tough enough,
Tapping into every weakness that I have
I’ll get there, but I’ve got to get there without killing myself.
I hope scaling and learning at an appropriate developmental levels
Are still being taught. I’ve done my part to help.
Maybe that overpriced university can send some money back to her.