"I See Said The Blind Man To His Deaf Dog Listening to the Radio."

The title of this post is an adage that always helps me to remember Mr. Babbitt, my high school AP Economics teacher. More than that, the fear that I have misquoted it and that Mr. Babbitt will probably comment on this blog entry with a slightly humiliating rebuke is a nod to the tight ship he ran and pays homage to his fool-proof classroom management.

A few weeks ago, I went home to Miami to support my friend's play that was debuting at a local theater. While I was there, I opted to shadow Mr. Babbitt. It had been 8 years since I sat in his classroom and there I was an unlikely student, learning new lessons. Since I am on the "career-changer" path to teacher certification, it is very important that I learn as much as I can from teachers that have had successful careers in teaching and are experts in the subjects I will be teaching, English and Social Studies. He now taught Government as well. Mr. Babbitt graciously welcomed me into his room and though he did not have to, would periodically interrupt his lesson to stop and give me pointers and words of encouragement on my new career path. I picked up many valuable things from my day with Mr. Babbitt. I will take these nuggets into the classroom with me for years to come and am eternally grateful. I realized that I never truly understood Mr. Babbitt's love for what he does and his students when I was his pupil; I totally missed that as an 18 year old senior in his class. While I do believe it is possible that Mr. Babbitt and I may not have the same teaching philosophy and perhaps I will utilize different methods, the fundamentals are the same. We want every student to learn, succeed and know that they are worth it. Mr. Babbitt retires soon and I appreciate his willingness to pass on the torch to us rookies.




Me and Mr. Babbitt

Mr. Babbitt was still up to his old tricks.  Making tardy students stand up next to him in front of the class for an awkward amount of time to learn a lesson in punctuality, drinking out of his two decade old Miami Metro Zoo water bottle, hurling insults in a loving way that only he could do and making jokes that most of his students would not appreciate until about 5 years later. But even so, things had changed.

TECHNOLOGY was upon us in ways that had not existed when I was his student just a few years ago. For one, when students asked to use the restroom, Mr. Babbitt took their cell phone as "collateral" to ensure that they would return and in a timely manner. These devices were not as pervasive when I was in high school. To fact check himself, Mr. Babbitt would pull out his iPhone and look up the info (YES, his iPhone-- now only if we could convince him to upgrade his water bottle)!  What?! I think my alma mater, North Miami Beach Senior High, dare I say it, has wi-fi? Of course the occurences detailed here hardly seem worth noting but indeed they are. As I was watching Mr. Babbitt in action, I realized that even the most seasoned teachers who we would expect to be resistant to change eventually have to move with the tide.