“Those who can, do,” someone whispered. ”Those who can’t, teach.”
Her hearing was beginning to fade. But the quip was loud enough that she could hear it as she awaited her students’ answers to the problem she’d just posed.
It hurt her. Maybe I’ve done this too long, she thought. Maybe I’ve become irrelevant. Maybe it’s time to step down, to give someone younger, someone more qualified, a chance.
Her eyes scanned the fresh faces of her students. How old I must seem to them, she thought.
A hand went up.
“Can you help us understand the question?”