Teacher Appreciation Week

One looks back with appreciation to the brilliant teachers, but with gratitude to those who touched our human feelings.  The curriculum is so much necessary raw material, but warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and for the soul of the child.  ~Carl Jung

This week is Teacher Appreciation week. In Mexico, we have Teacher's Day (May 15th) and usually we get invited to lunch or dinner by the schools we work at... o though it seems that the school I work at this year will not be providing with such luch/dinner. And even thought I know that I have quite a few flaws and I am still a newbie at this teaching thing, I want to give a big THANK YOU to all those teachers who have inspired me throughout this life. I hope that they gave the same inspiration to others as they did to me.

They say that those who can't do teach. I say, put all those people who CAN do in a room with eager minds with different needs and try to show them how to do those things you know how to do, then we'll talk. Teaching is more than coming day-in-day-out, give a class and off you go to get a paycheck. To me, teaching is pouring your heart and soul into a classroom and hoping that you have made a difference in someone's life. Teaching is listening to the needs of your students; it's opening their minds to the world of awe and wonder. It's making sure they understand the material you're trying to show them. A teacher is a guide... and there are a lot of people out there who don't deserve that kind of power.

There is a poem I would like to share with you. It tells everything I would like to say about what a teacher does. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did...

What Teachers Make, or
Objection Overruled, or
If things don't work out, you can always go to law school

By Taylor Mali

He says the problem with teachers is, "What's a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life was to
become a teacher?"
He reminds the other dinner guests that it's true what they say about
Those who can, do; those who can't, teach.

I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the other dinner guests
that it's also true what they say about lawyers.

Because we're eating, after all, and this is polite company.

"I mean, you¹re a teacher, Taylor," he says.
"Be honest. What do you make?"
And I wish he hadn't done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, 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 get a drink of water?
Because you're not thirsty, you're bored, that's why.

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
I hope I haven't called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today.
Billy said, "Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don't you?"
And it was the 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, write, write.
And then I make them 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 got this (brains)
then you follow this (heart) 
and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this (the finger).

Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
I make a goddamn difference! What about you?


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