I have my degree in education. Why did I pursue it? I don’t know. I never really wanted to be a teacher. I never really wanted to be anything. But I pursued it. Everyone told me to do it, so I did. I have my degree, and now I’m sitting here not using it. I never wanted to be a teacher. I never wanted to be anything. I’m still trying so damn hard just to be myself.
The teacher stood in front of her class, tapping her pointer against the palm of her hand. This was it. She had been in front of this class for 8 months, the classroom itself had been hers for nearly 20 years. Never before had she felt so frustrated with her students. She pushed a strand of her hair, off to the side- the heat was sweltering.
teacher mR. Lillis was an inspiration. I miss highschool. i kindof want to be a teacher. they really do change lives and i’ve never appreciated them enough til now. i remember all the people who taught me things. Mr. A ice cream. My mom everything. I reamember learning how to give a big FUCK YOU to people and not care what they think in theater school. I remmeber learning how to fail and cry and let my tears out.
Still teacher? What is a teacher? A teacher doesn’t necessarily have to be in a school or in a classroom setting. A teacher can be something like watching the sun come up over the mountains or listening to the crickets at night. A teacher can be something like a slip and fall where you twist your ankle or even something as simple as watching a young child play with his favorite toys. There are teachers everywhere around us as long as you keep your mind open to them and what they are trying to show you.
One of my favorite teachers I had in highschool was my biology teacher. He taught astronomy, marine biology, psychology, anatomy, and ap biology. He’s one of the smartest people i’ve ever met, and one of the few who judged me harshly as a teenager.
today’s the first day of summer, and when i woke up this morning i thought about school and how i was going to somewhat miss it. not because of the homework (good riddance), or the teachers (although i did like mr.fisher), but because of the social aspect. and how i would be able to see my friends every single day, without doing any planning at all, and i’d be able to creep on the hot boy across the way without actually going out of my way to let him know i wanted to see him. i’m going to miss that.
apple red
expo blue
classroom filled with bustling chatter
sing song voices and curly cue pigtails
superman velcro shoes
and hello kitty lunch boxes
my teacher teaches this crowd
wild
rowdy
and she does it all
like something greater then the batman
on his velcro shoe
Those eyes looking at me. The noise. I tug at the pink sleeves. Won’t you just shut up. I flip the next slide. Try not to inhale the stench of maccy-d’s, silk-cuts and five day worn jeans. And they shall inherit the earth. They already own it. Own me. I am taught. Spent. By this pile of youth.
The end of school, not just the year, but the entire adventure. And of all the people to think about, all the thanks to be said, a certain teacher holds the highest spot in my mind. Ms. Cox,, the band director. She taught me more than just music; she taught assertiveness, confidence, and how to be me. With her I learned to be both a better musician and a better person all around. For those things, I thank her. Without her, I would probably have the same Opheliatic symptoms all the women in my family have. I would likely not have the amazing, nonabusive boyfriend or the dependable, relatively drama-free friends I have either. As senior year has come to a close, I thank her for giving me the new qualities that describe Valerie.
the teachers in any school have a bit obligation to teach our children
they do not receive the pay that accounts for all their time and efforts
i thank them for a job well done even though those words do not pay the bills
I wished that one day the Teacher would open the door to me. But so much pain and sorrow has kept me drowning in my demons that the grace that is required is still dormant.
If you don’t have a license, you can still be a teacher. Most of my lessons I learned outside of a classroom, away from desks and chalkboards. My teachers were the people on the street, who had sunk so low that the sewers looked down on them.
Everyone is a teacher. It’s within you. Listen to the universe, and it will tell you where your talents are best used. Once you tap into that, the world is your classroom and its people your pupils. Class is always in session and tuition is free.
person who tries to educate young people in a most difficult world. Bringing up cultivated people seems nowadays a real enterprise, but we mustn’t give up.
He was already off at boot camp. She was back home, still in high school. She loved him with all her heart and everyone could see that. Her teacher knew there was something different about her, which lead her to take a special interest in her. Throughout her whole senior year, her teacher acted almost like a “school mom.” It was a little annoying at first, but the girl soon came to realize that her teacher was just trying to look out for her.
She asked me to teacher her the things I knew about healing. All the years I spent apprenticing with wise old women, vibrant young women that were brilliant in there knowledge of the mystics, had somehow, rubbed off or seeped into me.
She droned on in the heat of the stifling room, her nun dress bland as her speech, her hair short and outdated, she had settled in so many ways. She knew the children hated her and she understood.
Someone who can’t. Negative I know, but I always wonder about people who are the best in the world but they still have a coach. Is it more for guidance as they are generally younger?
It wasn’t me that decided to be a teacher. It was my sister that decided for me. She always wanted to be a teacher. And now I was stuck with the lousy job. I just hate her sometimes. She can be a real idiot. Teaching is not fun at all.
leader helper influencer greatness am I supposed to be free associating? teachers shape us in ways good, bad and indifferent. We rarely forget out teachers (good, bad, or indifferent). they should make more money — fer sher. Should be equivalent to doctors and lawyers.
I seem to have restarted this. Interface is not quite right. In any event, would I have become a teacher if I had it to do over again? Maybe.
I hated him so much. It was like he always looked at me a certain way. The look in his eye was disgusting, it cut me deep and I felt it through my soul. I wish I never did what I had done to him, but i couldn’t help myself. He was the one. He was the reason. He was my teacher.
Учитель ждал меня на перекрестке. “Снова опоздала!”-негодовала я на себя в голове. Однако, он учтиво промолчал и лишь осведомился, как мои дела и не хотелось ли бы мне чашечки зеленого чая.
Same as yesterday, or not yet today, but I have to keep pretending–pretending that I can, pretending that I know how, pretending that everything is fine. A pond full of sharks, said the man. That’d be a walk in the park.
teacher. ‘teach her.’ makes me want to just write out my monologue right here. “what? ‘i’ statements–autobiographical information–on a one word entry? you mean this isn’t fiction or anything?”
Teachers gather in the break room.
Smoke drifts from their cigarettes
as they dismiss students from the room.
Exhale slowly,
put your feet up in the chairs.
Break rooms,
it smells of smoke and desperation.
She’s got these wrinkled old hands, gnarled and chalk-filled at their creases and folds. I like the way her long skirt brushes over her smart shoes, and she just can’t get me to focus with her crinkly-paper voice that drifts here and there in the hot heat of a small room with no windows.
Teacher and teachers. School and nursery. Parents. Father figure – could never understand that. If your Father was your Father figure, than you don’t need another Father figure. If he was not, you would not recognise a Father figure – because how would you know what a Father is?
Teach me to love and I’ll never ask to know another thing.
Love? I can’t teach you to love. I can only teach you to see what you already know.
I have my degree in education. Why did I pursue it? I don’t know. I never really wanted to be a teacher. I never really wanted to be anything. But I pursued it. Everyone told me to do it, so I did. I have my degree, and now I’m sitting here not using it. I never wanted to be a teacher. I never wanted to be anything. I’m still trying so damn hard just to be myself.
The teacher stood in front of her class, tapping her pointer against the palm of her hand. This was it. She had been in front of this class for 8 months, the classroom itself had been hers for nearly 20 years. Never before had she felt so frustrated with her students. She pushed a strand of her hair, off to the side- the heat was sweltering.
teacher mR. Lillis was an inspiration. I miss highschool. i kindof want to be a teacher. they really do change lives and i’ve never appreciated them enough til now. i remember all the people who taught me things. Mr. A ice cream. My mom everything. I reamember learning how to give a big FUCK YOU to people and not care what they think in theater school. I remmeber learning how to fail and cry and let my tears out.
Still teacher? What is a teacher? A teacher doesn’t necessarily have to be in a school or in a classroom setting. A teacher can be something like watching the sun come up over the mountains or listening to the crickets at night. A teacher can be something like a slip and fall where you twist your ankle or even something as simple as watching a young child play with his favorite toys. There are teachers everywhere around us as long as you keep your mind open to them and what they are trying to show you.
One of my favorite teachers I had in highschool was my biology teacher. He taught astronomy, marine biology, psychology, anatomy, and ap biology. He’s one of the smartest people i’ve ever met, and one of the few who judged me harshly as a teenager.
today’s the first day of summer, and when i woke up this morning i thought about school and how i was going to somewhat miss it. not because of the homework (good riddance), or the teachers (although i did like mr.fisher), but because of the social aspect. and how i would be able to see my friends every single day, without doing any planning at all, and i’d be able to creep on the hot boy across the way without actually going out of my way to let him know i wanted to see him. i’m going to miss that.
are bad. i like some. but only some of them are really good at their job. some teachers don’t smell good, some are crazy. waaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
preacher of souls
school
apple red
expo blue
classroom filled with bustling chatter
sing song voices and curly cue pigtails
superman velcro shoes
and hello kitty lunch boxes
my teacher teaches this crowd
wild
rowdy
and she does it all
like something greater then the batman
on his velcro shoe
Those eyes looking at me. The noise. I tug at the pink sleeves. Won’t you just shut up. I flip the next slide. Try not to inhale the stench of maccy-d’s, silk-cuts and five day worn jeans. And they shall inherit the earth. They already own it. Own me. I am taught. Spent. By this pile of youth.
The end of school, not just the year, but the entire adventure. And of all the people to think about, all the thanks to be said, a certain teacher holds the highest spot in my mind. Ms. Cox,, the band director. She taught me more than just music; she taught assertiveness, confidence, and how to be me. With her I learned to be both a better musician and a better person all around. For those things, I thank her. Without her, I would probably have the same Opheliatic symptoms all the women in my family have. I would likely not have the amazing, nonabusive boyfriend or the dependable, relatively drama-free friends I have either. As senior year has come to a close, I thank her for giving me the new qualities that describe Valerie.
the teachers in any school have a bit obligation to teach our children
they do not receive the pay that accounts for all their time and efforts
i thank them for a job well done even though those words do not pay the bills
I wished that one day the Teacher would open the door to me. But so much pain and sorrow has kept me drowning in my demons that the grace that is required is still dormant.
If you don’t have a license, you can still be a teacher. Most of my lessons I learned outside of a classroom, away from desks and chalkboards. My teachers were the people on the street, who had sunk so low that the sewers looked down on them.
Everyone is a teacher. It’s within you. Listen to the universe, and it will tell you where your talents are best used. Once you tap into that, the world is your classroom and its people your pupils. Class is always in session and tuition is free.
My professor died recently. He complimented my writing once. I wasn’t there to hear it though. My classmates were the ones who told me.
lean while, the rain… over tram 3
person who tries to educate young people in a most difficult world. Bringing up cultivated people seems nowadays a real enterprise, but we mustn’t give up.
He was already off at boot camp. She was back home, still in high school. She loved him with all her heart and everyone could see that. Her teacher knew there was something different about her, which lead her to take a special interest in her. Throughout her whole senior year, her teacher acted almost like a “school mom.” It was a little annoying at first, but the girl soon came to realize that her teacher was just trying to look out for her.
She asked me to teacher her the things I knew about healing. All the years I spent apprenticing with wise old women, vibrant young women that were brilliant in there knowledge of the mystics, had somehow, rubbed off or seeped into me.
She droned on in the heat of the stifling room, her nun dress bland as her speech, her hair short and outdated, she had settled in so many ways. She knew the children hated her and she understood.
Someone who can’t. Negative I know, but I always wonder about people who are the best in the world but they still have a coach. Is it more for guidance as they are generally younger?
aggresive, argumentative and sometimes nice!
Be my teacher and teach me to love
Be my teacher and teach me to care
Be my teacher and teach me to help
Be my teacher and teach me to share
And I will be your teacher in return
And teach you the same things.
It wasn’t me that decided to be a teacher. It was my sister that decided for me. She always wanted to be a teacher. And now I was stuck with the lousy job. I just hate her sometimes. She can be a real idiot. Teaching is not fun at all.
Theres a thing life is the teacher… my first effort was very ordinaryy so changed it .
I don’t know anything- he said.
That’s what makes you a great teacher – she replied.
leader helper influencer greatness am I supposed to be free associating? teachers shape us in ways good, bad and indifferent. We rarely forget out teachers (good, bad, or indifferent). they should make more money — fer sher. Should be equivalent to doctors and lawyers.
I seem to have restarted this. Interface is not quite right. In any event, would I have become a teacher if I had it to do over again? Maybe.
I hated him so much. It was like he always looked at me a certain way. The look in his eye was disgusting, it cut me deep and I felt it through my soul. I wish I never did what I had done to him, but i couldn’t help myself. He was the one. He was the reason. He was my teacher.
teachers are people who teach.
Учитель ждал меня на перекрестке. “Снова опоздала!”-негодовала я на себя в голове. Однако, он учтиво промолчал и лишь осведомился, как мои дела и не хотелось ли бы мне чашечки зеленого чая.
best source of inspiration. Molders of attitude & values. Make or break people.
Same as yesterday, or not yet today, but I have to keep pretending–pretending that I can, pretending that I know how, pretending that everything is fine. A pond full of sharks, said the man. That’d be a walk in the park.
teacher. ‘teach her.’ makes me want to just write out my monologue right here. “what? ‘i’ statements–autobiographical information–on a one word entry? you mean this isn’t fiction or anything?”
Teachers gather in the break room.
Smoke drifts from their cigarettes
as they dismiss students from the room.
Exhale slowly,
put your feet up in the chairs.
Break rooms,
it smells of smoke and desperation.
She’s got these wrinkled old hands, gnarled and chalk-filled at their creases and folds. I like the way her long skirt brushes over her smart shoes, and she just can’t get me to focus with her crinkly-paper voice that drifts here and there in the hot heat of a small room with no windows.
Teacher and teachers. School and nursery. Parents. Father figure – could never understand that. If your Father was your Father figure, than you don’t need another Father figure. If he was not, you would not recognise a Father figure – because how would you know what a Father is?
“teacher, teacher, leave us kids alone”… they say we don’t need no education because inevitably, we are going to be just another brick in the wall.