The Joy of Twitter Math Camp

On Thursday, I wrote about The Terror of Twitter Math Camp. Three amazing, inspiring, mind-blowing, thought-provoking, deeply moving days later and I’m ready to write the sequel.

I am a math teacher, but I don’t teach math.
I teach people.
People.
People make me nervous.
And anxious.
And uncomfortable.
But I work with people every day.
All day.
And I’m at a conference with people.
Who make me nervous.
And anxious.
And uncomfortable.
But they don’t do that.
I do that.
They talk to me.
And laugh with me.
And sit next to me.
And shake my hand.
And listen to me.
And smile at me.
And some of them feel the same way I feel.
Nervous.
And anxious.
And uncomfortable.
Maybe they think I make them feel that way.
But I don’t.
I talk to them.
And laugh with them.
And sit next to them.
And shake their hands.
And listen to them.
And smile at them.
But sometimes I don’t do any of that.
Sometimes I don’t talk to anyone.
I don’t laugh
I sit by myself.
I don’t look at anyone.
I don’t smile.
And sometimes they do all of that too.
Even though they teach people.
And work with people every day.
All day.
And they’re at a conference with people.
The same conference I’m at with people.
Because we want to be better math teachers.
Who don’t teach math.
We teach people.
People who make us nervous.
And anxious.
And uncomfortable.
I don’t know why I do it.
Or why they do it.
But I know exactly why.
Because I love people.
I care about people.
I want to help people.
I want to support people.
Even though people make me nervous.
And anxious.
And uncomfortable.
And that’s why I’m here and why they’re here.
And that’s why we share.
Even when we’re nervous.
And that’s why we talk.
Even when we’re anxious.
And that’s why we smile.
Even when we’re uncomfortable.
Because even though it doesn’t feel good.
It feels amazing.
And inspiring.
And wonderful.
And better than anything else in the world.
Just to make one student.
Even only one student.
More successful. Happier. Stronger. Kinder. Wiser. More confident.
To make one student into the person that student wants to be.
No matter what.
To make that student’s life better.
I can be nervous.
And anxious.
And uncomfortable.
For as long as I live.
But it’s worth it.
For that one student.
Even only one student.

Thank you all for the kindness, for the support, for the friendship, for the wisdom, for the generosity, for the hundreds of small gestures that made my time here so meaningful.

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