Being a teacher for over thirty years has taught me a
lot. I have learned that I probably learn much more than I teach. My students
keep me up to date on what is going on in their world, like in arts, sports,
music and fashion. They also bring along their language. Not to mention
gestures and other forms of acting and reacting in certain situations. More and
more I learn about myself and reflect on the changes I need to make in order to
become a better person. Mind you , when I walk into a
classroom at the beginning of a new school year, I still get those butterflies
as I did the very first time I stepped up in front of a class.
Being a teacher to me is a way to transmit to others
what I know, in this case, the English Language and Literature. Nonetheless,
there is no way in leaving out values and examples. Respect is one of my main words. I respect my students and fellow co-workers
and am respected by them. Perhaps not all students like my classes, but I know
that I do my very best to make them feel at ease in using the foreign language.
Today,
October 15, is the date in which is named Teacher´s Day here in Brazil. Thanks
to technology, I ´ve received many messages from former students, present
students, family members and friends wishing me a great day and thanking me for
how I´ve changed their lives.
Gratitude
is the feeling that fills my heart. I am grateful for the opportunity to learn
each and every day. And I AM the one who thanks YOU for allowing me to be part
of your lives.
Here is a poem written by Taylor Mali, which pretty
much summarizes how I feel about a job I am so very proud of and couldn´t
imagine doing anything else.
What Teachers Make
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 teachers:
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 dinner guests
that it’s also true what they say about lawyers.
Because we’re eating, after all, and this is polite conversation.
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?
Mali. Taylor. “What
Teachers Make.” What Learning
Leaves. Newtown, CT: Hanover Press, 2002. Print.
(ISBN: 1-‐887012-‐17-‐6)
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