teacher teach me
the consequences of apathy
the words unsaid never seen
a moment in time freed
education educated means
erudite erode me
it was so long ago
a helper helped me
i long for it now
as i’m adrift to sea
Learning is a skill that takes much time and effort to master. Understanding things you might not have even known about is hard. This is where the role of a teacher comes in. Anyone can read instructions, but a good teacher helps you to figure things out through the learning technique that works best for you.
Today is Teacher Appreciation Day. My students have nothing to give because I teach in a poor district. They came through with a hand made card and some of their favorite possessions. Little Timmy gave me his favorite eraser, while Emilee gave me her favorite bow.
Somebody once told me that life will teach you at least one important lesson every year of your life. Here are some of the lessons I collected from my childhood that I think are important.
Kindergarten: Don’t talk unless you have something to say
1st Grade: Pick your battles
2nd Grade: Numbers and words, you can be good at both, but you can only be great at one.
3rd Grade: Just because you know somebody’s name doesn’t mean you know who they are.
4th Grade: A bully is just a best friend waiting to happen.
5th Grade: People will have expectations of you that you didn’t ask for.
6th Grade: Walking in a line was total BS, but having time outside made it worth it.
7th Grade: Girls, I’m interested
8th Grade: Just because something is important to you doesn’t mean it carries weight with others.
9th Grade: Don’t start fights you can’t finish
10th Grade: The human body matures a lot faster than the person inside of it.
11th Grade: You peers wont offer you drugs as much as the DARE office said they would.
12th Grade: Optimism the single best and worst thing that can happen to somebody
Freshman Year: The night is young, and so am I
Sophomore Year: If something is fun to do for a living it probably doesn’t pay well.
Junior Year: You can’t force someone to love you, but you can certainly improve your odds.
Senior Year: Luck is the only true way to give 110%
The teacher had left them a lot of homework and he didn’t felt like going to the library at all. Investigating about some old man who did a thing 200 years ago wasn’t something in his plans right now, but he had something else in mind. He pulled out his phone and started to dial Nancy’s phone.
I could hear his heart racing as he hurried down the street. He tossed his knife into the shadows, glancing around to make sure there were no eyes on him. Smiling, he slowed his pace and shoved his hands into his pockets. I chuckled to myself at his confidence that he got away with it. Shame I saw his crime, my teacher taught me to be judge, jury and executioner. He jumped as I stepped from the shadows into his line of sight, his smile fading.
She walked in circles around him, her fingertips resting sweatily on his shoulder. He bit his lip furiously and willed himself to stare at the page in front of him, his cheeks indignant, his eyes hard, and she didn’t say anything but kept her hand on him.
I like my Teacher because she is my mom and she wants me to learn the right things and get a good education all at the same time. teachers are good for not only learning things in school, but to teach you a good path to take in this life.
She walked into the room, adjusting her shaw as she tried to handle the unwieldy stack of papers and books clutched in her shaking arms. She dropped it all on her desk with a loud thud, causing the students to speak in the clamourous mutterings and turn all eyes toward her. She removed her shaw, draping it over her chair, then adjusted her glasses as she surveyed the room. Her gray hair was piled high, like an ancient beehive carved from stone, Her eyes were cold and flinty, peering through slim spectacles like a bird looking for a fish. With a loud harrumph, she turned, picked up a piece of a chalk, and began to write on the chalkboard.
it’s fitting actually. I’m supposed to be studying for my exam. The exam is mostly on anti bias teaching, because I want to be a teacher. Ironically, I don’t feel my teacher has been any good because I’m pretty clueless about all of this, I don’t think we’ve discussed much of anything enough for it to be on an exam.
There are always cool ass teachers that you come across. Mr b was certainly one of them. Knowing our complete disinterest in the finer points of metal shop and tic tac toe board making, he threw us in the shop tool cage office so we can hand out screwdrivers, hammers and metal rulers, while maintaining a crispy passing grade with minimum effort, allowing us ample time to shoot the shit and not cut off off any fingers and toes.
It is said a hungry stomach and the empty wallet are the best teacher a man can get and i will agree with that. When you feel like you lost everything is when you begin to change, though not everyone.The hopeless bottom is relative.
Tell me, teacher – will any of this result in higher wages or better health benefits? Will I be able to work a stable nine-to-five, have my own desk in my own cubicle, weigh out data on a computer screen like it’s in the palm of my hand, and then go home to at least a one-story house? Will I be guaranteed a wife and kids – a fence and a dog and cat? Or does education have nothing to do with that, and all you can do is warn me about a broken system rather than fix it?
She listened to the droning voice at the front of the room with half her attention, but the other half was cartwheeling outside in the warm sun, bouncing off of trees and spinning into the sand. Her mind was split down the middle between what she wanted and what she knew she should do. It was frustrating, to say the least.
I peered through the half-open blinds into the classroom. The teacher at the front of the room looked bored, eyes unfocussed on the documents she was pretending to read. The students were all hunched over their desks, pens racing to fill in spaces on their crisp, white test papers.
‘Peace, just give me peace,’ she said. ‘Who can teach in this chaos, this blundering, brutalising, bruising world?’
Around her, the heavens had opened and daylight shone through, light shining off the muddy puddles, the handing leaves and branches around her. A cacophony of sound had erupted: the cicadas sang together, children shrieked, a flock of cockatoos flew in screeching, and loose tin sheets from the roof, hanging by one nail, blew about and banged erratically.
I owe my teachers everything. My principles in life, my way of life, my habits, good and bad, and my language skills. Also, I owe them my insecurities and confidence, my highs and lows. Once upon a time I used to imitate my teachers as a hobby.
I only have one teacher and her name is mom. She has been a pain and a great teacher all at the same time.
teacher teach me
the consequences of apathy
the words unsaid never seen
a moment in time freed
education educated means
erudite erode me
it was so long ago
a helper helped me
i long for it now
as i’m adrift to sea
Learning is a skill that takes much time and effort to master. Understanding things you might not have even known about is hard. This is where the role of a teacher comes in. Anyone can read instructions, but a good teacher helps you to figure things out through the learning technique that works best for you.
For an inquisitive person, teachers can be found everywhere.
Today is Teacher Appreciation Day. My students have nothing to give because I teach in a poor district. They came through with a hand made card and some of their favorite possessions. Little Timmy gave me his favorite eraser, while Emilee gave me her favorite bow.
Somebody once told me that life will teach you at least one important lesson every year of your life. Here are some of the lessons I collected from my childhood that I think are important.
Kindergarten: Don’t talk unless you have something to say
1st Grade: Pick your battles
2nd Grade: Numbers and words, you can be good at both, but you can only be great at one.
3rd Grade: Just because you know somebody’s name doesn’t mean you know who they are.
4th Grade: A bully is just a best friend waiting to happen.
5th Grade: People will have expectations of you that you didn’t ask for.
6th Grade: Walking in a line was total BS, but having time outside made it worth it.
7th Grade: Girls, I’m interested
8th Grade: Just because something is important to you doesn’t mean it carries weight with others.
9th Grade: Don’t start fights you can’t finish
10th Grade: The human body matures a lot faster than the person inside of it.
11th Grade: You peers wont offer you drugs as much as the DARE office said they would.
12th Grade: Optimism the single best and worst thing that can happen to somebody
Freshman Year: The night is young, and so am I
Sophomore Year: If something is fun to do for a living it probably doesn’t pay well.
Junior Year: You can’t force someone to love you, but you can certainly improve your odds.
Senior Year: Luck is the only true way to give 110%
The teacher had left them a lot of homework and he didn’t felt like going to the library at all. Investigating about some old man who did a thing 200 years ago wasn’t something in his plans right now, but he had something else in mind. He pulled out his phone and started to dial Nancy’s phone.
I could hear his heart racing as he hurried down the street. He tossed his knife into the shadows, glancing around to make sure there were no eyes on him. Smiling, he slowed his pace and shoved his hands into his pockets. I chuckled to myself at his confidence that he got away with it. Shame I saw his crime, my teacher taught me to be judge, jury and executioner. He jumped as I stepped from the shadows into his line of sight, his smile fading.
She walked in circles around him, her fingertips resting sweatily on his shoulder. He bit his lip furiously and willed himself to stare at the page in front of him, his cheeks indignant, his eyes hard, and she didn’t say anything but kept her hand on him.
teachers are people who are smart, talented, and very helpful when they are needed. They teach us things that no one else can.
my fav teacher is my mom. she is amazing at what she does. I would be nothing without her help. she is a mom and my teacher.
I like my Teacher because she is my mom and she wants me to learn the right things and get a good education all at the same time. teachers are good for not only learning things in school, but to teach you a good path to take in this life.
Now that’s what I like about my teacher.
She walked into the room, adjusting her shaw as she tried to handle the unwieldy stack of papers and books clutched in her shaking arms. She dropped it all on her desk with a loud thud, causing the students to speak in the clamourous mutterings and turn all eyes toward her. She removed her shaw, draping it over her chair, then adjusted her glasses as she surveyed the room. Her gray hair was piled high, like an ancient beehive carved from stone, Her eyes were cold and flinty, peering through slim spectacles like a bird looking for a fish. With a loud harrumph, she turned, picked up a piece of a chalk, and began to write on the chalkboard.
it’s fitting actually. I’m supposed to be studying for my exam. The exam is mostly on anti bias teaching, because I want to be a teacher. Ironically, I don’t feel my teacher has been any good because I’m pretty clueless about all of this, I don’t think we’ve discussed much of anything enough for it to be on an exam.
they ought to have been
the ones
who held the wisdom of the world
in their hands
who embraced all
and all the same
to have been an inspiration
to have been the one
who stood up
for them.
There are always cool ass teachers that you come across. Mr b was certainly one of them. Knowing our complete disinterest in the finer points of metal shop and tic tac toe board making, he threw us in the shop tool cage office so we can hand out screwdrivers, hammers and metal rulers, while maintaining a crispy passing grade with minimum effort, allowing us ample time to shoot the shit and not cut off off any fingers and toes.
It is said a hungry stomach and the empty wallet are the best teacher a man can get and i will agree with that. When you feel like you lost everything is when you begin to change, though not everyone.The hopeless bottom is relative.
Tell me, teacher – will any of this result in higher wages or better health benefits? Will I be able to work a stable nine-to-five, have my own desk in my own cubicle, weigh out data on a computer screen like it’s in the palm of my hand, and then go home to at least a one-story house? Will I be guaranteed a wife and kids – a fence and a dog and cat? Or does education have nothing to do with that, and all you can do is warn me about a broken system rather than fix it?
She listened to the droning voice at the front of the room with half her attention, but the other half was cartwheeling outside in the warm sun, bouncing off of trees and spinning into the sand. Her mind was split down the middle between what she wanted and what she knew she should do. It was frustrating, to say the least.
I peered through the half-open blinds into the classroom. The teacher at the front of the room looked bored, eyes unfocussed on the documents she was pretending to read. The students were all hunched over their desks, pens racing to fill in spaces on their crisp, white test papers.
‘Peace, just give me peace,’ she said. ‘Who can teach in this chaos, this blundering, brutalising, bruising world?’
Around her, the heavens had opened and daylight shone through, light shining off the muddy puddles, the handing leaves and branches around her. A cacophony of sound had erupted: the cicadas sang together, children shrieked, a flock of cockatoos flew in screeching, and loose tin sheets from the roof, hanging by one nail, blew about and banged erratically.
I owe my teachers everything. My principles in life, my way of life, my habits, good and bad, and my language skills. Also, I owe them my insecurities and confidence, my highs and lows. Once upon a time I used to imitate my teachers as a hobby.