My husband Peter is a born educator. For more than thirty years, he taught computer science at Boston College. I knew he was a good and caring teacher, but I didn’t know how good and caring until his retirement party when colleagues quoted his former students who praised him to the sky.
Peter misses his college students, but he hasn’t stopped thinking about education. For a few years now he has been teaching fellow-retirees subjects he, himself, wants to learn about. But that wasn’t enough. Now he is also volunteering at a public middle school where he is teaching sixth-graders about computer programming.
So every week Peter, who is eighty, teaches fifteen kids the youngest of whom is eleven and eighteen seniors, the oldest of whom is ninety-five.
I couldn’t be prouder.