**Attention Teachers, there are grammar issues below** 🙂
It’s a loaded and layered question!
What is a teacher? Your answer could win over lots of people or have the townsfolk at your gates with pitchforks and camera phones. This article is purely a collection of musings I has this morning on my way into the radio station. I had been thinking about my past and about my schooling. I was thinking specifically about my favorite teachers. Now, I know that being a teacher is not easy. I know that some parents expect teachers to raise their kids as opposed to only delivering the education they are contractually obligated to deliver. I went to a Catholic High School and graduated in 1991. This may only be 27 years ago, but it might as well be 57 or something. So much has changed with education that I am simply lost when my kids ask me for help. I can’t even add the way they are taught to add now. But that is a different conversation for someone’s smart blog and not this rag.
Where Are You Going With This, Fitz? Oh, nowhere as usual 😉
Do you remember your most favorite teachers and why they were your favorites? I guess that is implying that you had at least one, if not more than one – I had a few. During my reflective drive in today I recalled a few of my high school teachers who still bring a smile to my face. Maybe because they were funny, quirky or inspiring. Maybe because they were fair. Let’s think of that word F-A-I-R.
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I remember one time when the kid who was generally thought of as a suck up and teacher’s pet was handed down the same punishment as the slacker football player (who I wrote jokes for) when he didn’t turn in an assignment. It didn’t matter that the kid was an honor student. It didn’t matter who his parents were or how much money or influence they had with the school. (It was a parochial school, so that often times played a major role in a student’s success). NOPE – he got the same as the rest of us.
All of this being said – I know there are teachers like this out there now. I see them – mostly in other schools and on the news or something. There is nothing worse than watching your child have a spark, but it goes out because his or her teacher would rather not do the work. No commitment. No courage. No reason to be a teacher. Now, I am not saying that I have seen this firsthand with one of my own kids – except that I am saying that. I am saying that exactly. If, one day in the future, there is an acceptance speech – this teacher will not be thanked – unless the term is “thanks for nothing.”