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I’ve always thought of teaching as an art…and the teacher as an artist whose skills over the years have been amassed…to help them teach their students…each a different canvas making up their class.
Teachers must learn about their students…must learn more than just their name…for every artist knows…no two subjects are the same.
Which means whatever paints, techniques and brush strokes work for one student…as wonderful as that may be…might not work for the next student…who needs to be painted differently.
And so the teacher knowing each new student is a little different than the ones who came before…learns to paint in many different styles…and with each student grows a little more.
But what happens to the students and the teachers…what happens to imagination’s and creativity’s flame…when teachers are told these are the only paints and brush strokes you may use…and you must paint everyone the same?
I’ve seen many great teacher/artists over the years leave their art/teaching behind…tired of the constraints…tired of being told which techniques they have to use…which paints.
Teachers are trained to do their jobs…their students they try desperately to reach…
Ask any one of them and they’ll tell you…
Keep their class-size low, the discipline consistent and please…please…please…
just let them teach.
For they know when you allow them the freedom to paint with their own imagination…their own creativity…their own heart…not only are they transmitting knowledge…but it is wisdom they impart.
Yes, teachers know the kind of education needed if they want their students to evolve…
They must paint in a way that stirs their imaginations and teaches them to problem solve.
I had one hope when I was a teacher and I know many of my fellow teachers felt the same…that our students would leave our classrooms…happy…and a little wiser than when they came.
So one way to celebrate National Teacher Day would be to allow them to teach without restraints…
to allow them the joy any artist wants….the independence and the freedom just to paint.
And to understand if teaching is…and it is…one of the most important jobs on Earth…
Perhaps it’s time to start to pay our teachers exactly what they’re worth.
At an approximate distance of 2 benches, you stood there, every day explaining how two negatives makes a positive. I remember, that day, ages ago, when you told me that I was special, and I knew you meant it. I know you'll mean it even now because I believe in you. That very same day, my best friend and I sat on the extreme left row and waited for you to enter. I remember the look on your face when you saw that in a class of 60 students, there were only 2. I remember the anger, the agony and peace. I see your face in my dreams sometimes and when I do, I see peace. Peace in your eyes, smile on your face and words, so many words. I remember how you waited outside our exam hall to wish us good luck and I know you don't know this, but I really needed that. I've never told you this, but the majority of my life seems wasted, but that one moment is what covers up for it.
I don't want to tell you what all you taught that have made a huge difference in my life, but I really want you to know that what I've achieved, yet, is less of me and more of you. You were supposed to teach us a language, correct our grammar, give us essays and yet you taught us virtue, morals, taking responsibility and I owe all of my ideals to you. While we were being taught about calculus and accounts, you were teaching us how to be a human being. I've never had an epiphany like this before, but today that I'm standing between what is right and what is correct has made me realize what you meant when you said “we make our choices based on what standards we set for ourselves.”
This one time, the last time that we met, you looked at me while crossing the road and smiled. At that moment I realized that I didn't need anything from you, just the fact that you recognized me was enough affirmation and I shall cherish it all my life. I don't think I'll ever have the courage to send this to you, but I really hope that you change the life of many vagrants as you once did mine.
Love,
M
This poem is very long overdue
The words or things to say I just never knew
You had so much faith in me when I had none
Just a student waiting for the school year to be done
But because of you I am who I am today
A writer publisher and poet proud to say
You are the definition of a dream come true
I wouldn't be where I am today without you
You were the best teacher I ever had
I wish there was a way I could reach you so bad
Once I graduated your words of encouragement and belief never left my mind
Ms.Clifford you are truly my hero and one of a kind
You helped me succeed and be all I can be
It was your passion that you carried with you that inspired me
You are no longer a teacher at the school but please know I have searched for you
Because I never got to say thank you for everything you do
It has been decades now but I will never forget how I got to where I am right now
So wherever you are it's your turn to take a bow
Pat yourself on the back or give a speech or simply take a stand
As I applaud you for giving me a dream and lending me a tremendous hand
Caring enough about your students and going out of your way
Helping me with the present but preparing us for success in the future every day
Making sure the foundation of my dreams would some day come true
I am so blessed and grateful that I was taught by you
You are truly my hero and my creative writing teacher throughout high school
The critiques, feedback, criticism was never to hurt me and I found that super cool
The manuscripts I wrote, never knew it would turn into a published book
Wherever you are I hope that you will take a look
You really made a difference in my life and definitely helped me grow
Your name should be on the wall of fame or on the honor roll
I wish you the very most happiness in the life that you live
I hope you accept the trophy for the Best teacher award that if I ever saw you I would give
Seven first graders with their mute buttons on.
Not knowing what to do when I ask them to unmute themselves.
This is a friendly lunch bunch where they are allowed to talk.
Not like the rest of their day when they are on mute unless called on.
One begins and suddenly they all begin. Talking at once, like kids do.
How can I not kill aliens with my enchanted bow?
I can build a diamond house.
My enemies will explode!
Lots of laughter. They all think someone is listening.
I am sure their parents are, because they are all at home.
Separated because of Covid-19, but today at lunch together.
I am the monitor; I listen and learn.
You can use special supplies and build a dark lord’s castle.
Guess what? Hey, guys, guess what? Listen to me.
Listen to Jackson, guys! A temporary pause.
My next door neighbor built his whole tower out of wool.
I made an iron block house! Giggle. Giggle. Laugh Laugh.
One child holds up his cell phone so we can see on his video.
This is Poindexter Meat Hooks, my mother’s fat cat!
In my game you can get bows, arrows, building supplies, gold and diamonds.
Want to see Roblocks? Okay. Yesterday I was the first one to win Team Gray.
I play Minecraft. Want to see? Sure!
You know that firemen are supposed to put out fires, right?
No one hears, because they are all talking.
I made my fireman BURN UP!
Lots of laughter. Giggling. Tittering.
One time I got in creative mode and hid from the monsters.
I’m only allowed to buy free stuff on my computers.
Giggle Giggle Laugh Laugh
I am only allowed to buy free stuff on Minecraft
Watch out! You are going to run into someone!
A car crashes and everyone explodes with laughter.
Semi normal for maybe the first time in a long time.
They all want to do Lunch Bunch next week.
I would not miss it for the world.
Bringing them a teensy bit of normal.
I walked into my school at noon one day, straight from a bland boring counseling meeting and no one was there.
No receptionist, no secretary, no nurse, no vice principal, no custodian, oh, where were they, where?
I sat down and started answering the phone, because how often they let me do this is very rare.
"A MOTHER IS COMING UP HERE, AND SHE'S MAD," Principal said. "I've called security, can you answer the phones for now?"
Oh, boy, could I! I love answering the phones. You never know what nut case will call. The principal ran back out, and the phone rang.
A female's voice started yelling "You tell that blankety blank principal, that I'm coming up there with my brothers, and we are going to blankety blank someone up, me and my gang."
I take rapid shorthand, so, yes, I had it all. I repeated it back to her, "Is that all?" I asked her. "Is there anything else I can do for you?" I'm here to serve, after all.
"I'm not going to stand for that blankety blank handbook that says that my daughter cannot....who is his anyway?" She asked, as her tirade became a much slower crawl.
"This is Caren Krutsinger," I told her. I had visited her son in the hospital, just the other day,
"Oh, hi, Mrs. Krutsinger!" she said, her voice lilting upward, in a sing songy 'I like you' kind of way.
"And if that blankety blank principal gives my daughter a detention I am going to blankety blank her up. I'll be there in five minutes all in all."
I foolishly told the principal about this call. "Oh, good, you get along with her," the principal said."When she comes up here, you can go in the conference room with them, in case she brings her giant brothers, mean and tall."
Luckily security arrived first, and the entourage of angry stomped into the conference room raging and ranting and stomping and shouting without me after all.
He opens learners’ hearts with the key of kindness;
passionately plant in them the seeds of success
and watch them grow in the garden of greatness.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He wields words from the wellspring of wisdom
to water worm-wheat in the field of freedom...
and shield them from the throne of thralldom;
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He tells his students the lore of love and life,
and the right use of rocket, rifle and knife
to save them from baseless storms and strife;
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He wakes up each day with this golden goal:
To tenderly touch each pupil's spirit and soul,
and make their broken bones worthy and whole.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He prays for each pupil to have an honourable heart,
out of which will flow the beauty of eternal art
so they can be sincere, sensible and smart.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
He is a mentor with a matchless mission,
practicing what he preaches with pure passion;
his friends are spurred to have a vibrant vision.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
When winter’s wool and whirlwind betide,
and the streams of life roar in stormy tide;
he gives warm words to guard and guide...
Talk about a terrific teacher.
Examination is not just a test of intelligence;
it is also a test of creativity and confidence...
his students enjoy inspiring independence.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
In poor pupils, he see a pool of great possibilities,
he teaches them to tap from the oasis of opportunities
springing in their desert of difficulties...
Talk about a terrific teacher.
Some folks are only interested in high income;
he looks out for inspiring inputs and learning outcome...
his job is to make the future bright and awesome.
Talk about a terrific teacher.
How much they hurt I know,
The wrongs, the things I did years past.
The wounds so deep still show,
The pains profound still last.
The wrongs, the things I did years past;
Those many slaps, those many blows;
The pains profound still last.
All I e'er brought were woes.
Those many slaps, those many blows;
They were ne'er what I promised you.
All I e'er brought were woes,
Oceans of tears filled you.
They were ne'er what I promised you,
Those heartbreaks, those lies.
Oceans of tears filled you,
Even the heavens wept at your cries.
Those heartbreaks, those lies;
The scars left still hurt thee.
Even the heavens wept at your cries,
I was to love, to cherish thee.
The scars left still hurt thee,
Time passes but they stay new.
I was to love, to cherish thee,
But pains and tears, that's all I gave you.
Time passes but they stay new,
Those bruises, those holes in your heart.
But pains and tears, that's all I gave you,
I tore your world, your life apart.
Those bruises, those holes in your heart,
Ne'er knew I'd feel them also.
I tore your world, your life apart,
Now I too am torn and filled with sorrow.
Ne'er knew I'd feel them also,
The brutality, the cruelty and the tears.
Now I too am torn and filled with sorrow,
Cursed has been my world these years.
The brutality, the cruelty and the tears,
For these and the rest I'm sorry.
Cursed has been my world these years,
Please forgive, erase every memory.
For these and the rest I'm sorry,
Through hell I've learned to treasure gold.
Please forgive, erase every memory,
I'd make today's sun bright and bold.
Through hell I've learned to treasure gold,
The wounds so deep still show.
I'd make today's sun bright and bold,
How much they hurt I know.
Mr Wilby
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Mr Wilby Mr Wilby.. contemporary
Our teacher so A extraordinary
Upholding and guarding discipline
Buffed our learning to a shining.
Class..
Discamus .. paratus es ?
Wilby Wilby say.
Gently He said good morning
Let us learn .. are you ready ?
Told a unexpected blonde story
Everyone expected a romantic
But it was just a ordinary story
Of another scandal.
Don't presume to conclude
One day you got to make living
On your learning
And not your assuming
Raise your hands ready !
Fantastico pianisso maestro
Wilby Wilby say.
LIFE ! start me up
Aurora aurora! begin
Wilby roar
Folded arm's will style you a lazy fool.
Do your assignment or
You will be unemployment.
Be vigilant of a demon
Not to rubbish your way
Never kiss the wrong lips.
Change the history of your poverty
Abstain the doubt on your speculate
Know noun from verb
And abstract in art.
Mr Wilby Mr Wilby ..contemporary
Our teacher would declare ..
This is a world so things will appear
For you to literate
l?rn l?rn l?rn
Learn learn..
Wilby Wilby say.
Study the city and put it in your pocket.
Assuming does not make the money
Quit your coma day dreaming
Eat alert .. drink vigor
Success is not a sip
Let no one write you off
You not paper
Be awake more than once
Strike wide-awake on all ears.
The earth belongs to God
And his grace teaches you.
scire vivet amor respectu
Wilby Wilby say.
Learn life and love respect
You will be bright be bright
You will be damning right
Mr Wilby Mr Wilby..
Contemporary
Taught us everyday
That on 1 day
One wonderful day
Qualified
We will be
Will be
Wilby say.
For the first time
When I was leaving my mother's hand
Obviously I was crying
But after a minute end
Another one tackle my hand
Obviously I was filled with joy
She started to wipe my tears
I forgot all my fears
And you know what
Who she is?
Obviously she is my gorgeous teacher
For the first time
When I was with my new books
With new-new words
With lots of crooks
Obviously I was worried
But after a first day in class
I forgot all my worries
They makes me able to pronounciate
They makes me able to understand
They provide me a lots of courage
And you know what
Who they are?
They are my lovely teachers.
For the first time
When I was in my new standard
With new new flubdub calculations
Science with mystery
Social science with history
I just wanted to lose my victory
And Stop my studies
But they gave me lots of strength
They present 24×7 hours for me
They makes me feel that-"yes I can surely do it"
And you know what
Who they are?
They are my keen and sincere teachers.
And again, for the first time
When I was for higher studies
With new new things
Physics and chemistry brings
My head gotta a deal
That I can do nothing
But then teachers with full of knowledge
With full of energy
And with new new identical examples
Makes study more fun
And you know what
Who they are?
They are my devoted teachers.
Exactly, teachers are the
Director of our life's movie
It depend on us
Whether we follow their buzz.
They are like
Water for dried plants,
Stars for sky
Mother for child
Pen for writing.
Truly they are beyond the words.
I bestow my everything on them
Hats off to you all.
We are not back to school yet, but
I am ready.
Summer vacation lasts about three weeks too long for me.
Yesterday I looked at my school mail.
I do not normally look at it all summer.
I am ready to go back.
One hundred per cent ready.
We have ten mandatory online refresher tests
Which we have until October 31st to take.
One hundred and four days.
I was delighted to see the test-taking link in my mail.
If I take one a day, I reasoned, I could get all ten
Finished before we go back to school.
My really-knows-myself-well side began to laugh.
Tears ran down our face.
We both know if I start them, I will not finish
Until all ten are complete.
That was six hours ago. I am at 50% complete.
My playful side is arguing we can finish tomorrow.
But I am ready to go back to school.
One hundred percent ready.
It is midnight now, and I have finished all ten of the tests.
Because my obsessive compulsive get-it-finished-now side
Has held me hostage all day,
Stiff neck and all.
I am ready to return to school.
These vacations are too long.