on being a teacher

Teacher

I mean, you’re a teacher, Taylor.
Be honest. What do you make?

And I wish he hadn’t done that— asked me to be honest—
because, you see, I have this policy about honesty and ass-­‐kicking:
if you ask for it, then I have to let you have it.
You want to know what I make?
I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional Medal of Honor
and an A-­‐ feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time
with anything less than your very best.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won’t I let you go to the bathroom?
Because you’re bored.
And you don’t really have to go to the bathroom, do you?

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
Hi. This is Mr. Mali. I hope I haven’t called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something your son said today.
To the biggest bully in the grade, he said,
“Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don’t you?
It’s no big deal.”
And that was noblest act of courage I have ever seen.

I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.

You want to know what I make?
I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful
over and over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math
and hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you’ve got this,
then you follow this,
and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this.

Here, let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
Teachers make a goddamn difference! Now what about you?

 

 

Image by Leader  and essay by Taylor Mali

Children’s thoughts

 A little girl was talking to her teacher about whales. 
The teacher said it was physically impossible for a whale to swallow a human because even though it was a very large mammal its throat was very small. 
The little girl stated that Jonah was swallowed by a whale. 
Irritated, the teacher reiterated that a whale could not swallow a human; it was physically impossible. 
The little girl said, “When I get to heaven I will ask Jonah”. 
The teacher asked, “What if Jonah went to hell?” 
The little girl replied, “Then you ask him “.
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A Kindergarten teacher was observing her classroom of children while they were drawing. She would occasionally walk around to see each child’s work. 
As she got to one little girl who was working diligently, she asked what the drawing was. 
The girl replied, “I’m drawing God.” 
The teacher paused and said, “But no one knows what God looks like.” 
Without missing a beat, or looking up from her drawing, the girl replied, “They will in a minute.”
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A Sunday school teacher was discussing the Ten Commandments with her five and six year olds. 
After explaining the commandment to “honor” thy Father and thy Mother, she asked, “Is there a commandment that teaches us how to treat our brothers and sisters?” 
Without missing a beat one little boy (the oldest of a family) answered, “Thou shall not kill.” 
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One day a little girl was sitting and watching her mother do the dishes at the kitchen sink. She suddenly noticed that her mother had several strands of white hair sticking out in contrast on her brunette head. 
She looked at her mother and inquisitively asked, “Why are some of your hairs white, Mom?”
Her mother replied, “Well, every time that you do something wrong and make me cry or unhappy, one of my hairs turns white.” 
The little girl thought about this revelation for a while and then said, “Momma, how come ALL of grandma’s hairs are white?”
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The children had all been photographed, and the teacher was trying to persuade them each to buy a copy of the group picture. 
 “Just think how nice it will be to look at it when you are all grown up and say, ‘There’s Jennifer, she’s a lawyer,’ or ‘That’s Michael, He’s a doctor.’ 
A small voice at the back of the room rang out, “And there’s the teacher, she’s dead.” 
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A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, she said, “Now, class, if I stood on my head, the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I would turn red in the face.” 
“Yes,” the class said. 
“Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn’t run into my feet?” 
A little fellow shouted, “Cause your feet ain’t empty.” 
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The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: 
“Take only ONE. God is watching.” 
Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. 
A child had written a note, “Take all you want. God is watching the apples. 
 
Source:  Reconnections.net
 

Life = Risk

Failure is an excellent teacher.  It teaches us how to better ourselves.  How we can improve on a given situation.  Try, if unsuccessful, try again.  Use failure for your success.

Should I have allowed an elementary teacher to terrorize me by being called stupid, I would have retreated in my cocoon.  No, I showed here.  She failed me in her class and moved to an Annex to be with so-called failures.  I showed her. I excelled and back to the main school with flying grades.  Was I scared?  Of course, I was.  I was just a little student girl against an adult teacher.  That did not stop me.  And the rest is history.

“I don’t know the key to success, but the key to failure is trying to please everyone.”   ~   Bill Cosby

Inspired by: Jimmy vs World

News Worthy – Press Release for Teachers

Tue, June 18 – A grade four class in Surrey wrote a press release promoting their teachers, hoping to get some media attention. 
The students wrote to Mike McCardell of Global BCTV.  Mike is always out there looking for story god.  This time the story came knocking on his door and he doesn’t have to chase it.  The story came to him and he showed up. 
The story is about the kids who love their teachers.  They are going to do African dance to raise money for their teachers to go to Zambia. 
So the students sent “Press Release” to Global BCTV: 
“We have been fundraising money because my teacher and another teacher are going to Africa in July.  We have so far raised $3,000.” 
“Our Grade 4 class would really appreciate it if you could come to our school and interview us because we would like to share what we have accomplished.”
 These 50 children wrote letters to get Mike to come.  Press releases with neat printing and with endless hearts were sent to the TV station. 
To see more of this news worthy to be shared, click on the link. 

http://globalnews.ca/video/653253/press-release-for-teachers

DP: Teacher’s Pet – Don’t Call Me Stupid

My name is “Pet”, short for Perpetua.  And this is a story when I was in Elementary School studying at Ramon Magsaysay Cubao High School (RCMHS), a public school system. 
This must have happened when I was in sixth grade.  I was a very tiny person with BOOMING voice, similar to Owen Meany in the book written by John Irving “A Prayer for Owen Meany”.  Being small, I was always placed and seated at the front row.  But in this class, I was seated somewhere in the middle row.  I think the class was History and Geography. 
Teacher’s Pet?  I wasn’t called “Pet” by a teacher.  I was called “STUPID”.  I can’t remember what the question was raised by the Teacher nor can I remember what I said.  All I remember was I was called “STUPID”. 
I stood up and on the top of my voice I exclaimed  “DON’T YOU EVER CALL ME STUPID!”  Oh no, this is a No-no.  As a student, no one ever answers back to a Teacher; as a child, my role is to listen and obey. 
You could hear a pin drop in the classroom.  I wasn’t sent to the Principal’s office.  No response from the teacher nor there was a feedback from my scared classmates.  No note to take home for my Mother.  Class carried on. 
Report card: FAILED on History and Geography.  I love history and I know my Geography.  I can tell all the names of 50 states of United States and its capital.  I know Philippines has 7,001 islands on low tide; on high tide, one island is submerged, only 7,000 islands.  It’s a cinch to memorize when my brain cells are intact, at that time. 
Did I care if I failed?  Nah, who cares?  Nobody calls me stupid. 
“Education is what remains after one has forgotten what one has learned in school.”
“The difference between genius and stupidity is; genius has its limits.”
“If you can’t explain it to a six year old, you don’t understand it yourself.”― Albert Einstein
 
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