I was
talking with a friend recently about uncertainty (how, as teachers, it seems
impossible to be certain that we know what we are doing), and he brought up the
idea of “tolerance”. Among engineers, he said, there’s always what they call a “degree of
tolerance” to account for the impossibility of absolute certainty.
Engineers can never be certain their measurements are perfect, so some
allowance must be made for surprise deviations. Because of this, they must
constantly recalculate and reevaluate their measurements; nothing is ever
absolutely set in stone. This led me back to teaching – to the fact that, after
years and years of teaching, I feel more uncertain than ever about what I’m doing in the
classroom, or what I’m supposed to be doing. This teaching enterprise seems,
more and more, like a strangely impossible business – almost like steering through outer space with blinders on. I pretend
that I know what I’m doing, but, to be perfectly honest, that’s just a role I comfortably play. The truth is I’m lost in a mystifying maze. What’s wonderful, though, is
that it’s a rather magnificent maze. Because I’ve accepted the fact that I
ultimately have little clue as to what teaching adolescents is really all about,
I’m able to relax, so to speak, and take some pleasure in the ride. I guess I’ve learned, like
the engineers, to allow for a degree of tolerance. My “measurements”
(learning theories, lesson plans, objectives, etc) could be slightly off or totally off, and I need to be always ready to make adjustments and switch plans. I need
to be tolerant of my ignorance. In humility, I need to bear, abide, and
accept the uncertainty that is part of an honest teacher’s life.
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