I'm a "Bad Teacher"

Yesterday, I wrote about a dialog with a boy who gave me insight into myself as a teacher. That reminded me of similar story:A five-year-old boy once accused me of being a "bad teacher." He wasn't mad at me. It wasn't intended as an insult. He was grinning as he said it, but he offered it more as a statement of fact than a joke.I've had children tell me that I'm "supposed to be a boy," "you smell stinky," and "you're a big, fat guy." Learning the unvarnished, unblinking "truth" about yourself, at least from one person's perspective, is one of the "perks" of being a preschool teacher, but I'd never been told I was a bad teacher. "What do you mean? I'm not a bad teacher.""You are a bad teacher.""Why am I a bad teacher?""You never teach us anything.""That means I'm a good teacher. I get this place ready and then you all come here and teach yourself things."He was in the midst of a project he had been working on for a week. To an outsider, it probably just looked like he was gathering…