Their principals were amazed.
Their friends were flabbergasted.
Their PLN applauded.
I got rid of my teacher desk years ago when I taught seventh grade. It made me feel powerful (for awhile). It made me feel superior (for even a shorter while). It didn't make a difference in my room. It didn't change the way I interacted with students. It didn't change how I arranged the rest of the room.
My desk is my space. It's my place to sit and work, or sit and rejuvenate, or just plain sit when there aren't students in my room. And sometimes, even when there are students in my room.
I get it. I understand the liberating feeling of getting rid of your desk and basking in the glory of a teacher deskless room. It puts you up in front of your students. It doesn't give you a place to hide. But I'll bet most of those teachers still have a place where they land during down time. And they have a place to put their STUFF, because we all need that.
Here's what really happens when you get rid of your desk.
You mix it up with your kids.
Right there. In the middle of them. You interact.
That's what happens when you go deskless.
It makes you think.
There is no desk to sit between you and your kids. So you go out to them. And they come to you.
And you talk together.
And you work together.
And you play together.
So, go ahead and get rid of your desk. And if, like me, you bring it back into your world, don't feel guilty. Even if it's in the FRONT of the room. It doesn't make you a bad teacher. Not if you have learned what its like to go deskless.