tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post610762776944758168..comments2024-03-24T18:43:18.706-04:00Comments on Darwinfish 2: A Teaching Momentbluzdudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05991272670722362652noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-16652477565337303322022-05-06T08:08:18.906-04:002022-05-06T08:08:18.906-04:00My brother still gets the shivers over his 2nd-gra...My brother still gets the shivers over his 2nd-grade teacher, who in retrospect seemed quite unbalanced. One day she'd be hugging and kissing on him, the next, smacking him silly. Granted, knowing how he was, I can understand it. But he was MY annoying little brother. He was HER student. <br /><br />Come to think of it, that was a Catholic school too. I always had great teachers once I stopped going to private schools.bluzdudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05991272670722362652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-65466980155960523862022-05-05T21:55:35.341-04:002022-05-05T21:55:35.341-04:00Pandemic mandatory Home Schooling gave me a slight...Pandemic mandatory Home Schooling gave me a slight taste of Teaching, I was quite unfit. I have no delusions, nor did I ever, what incredible dedication and hard work goes into Teaching. Like Bad Cops, Bad Teachers give a black Eye to the whole profession and that's unfortunate. Us Parents are very protective of our spawn and thus, when confronted with a Bad un, we go Mental and I've had more than my fair share of run-ins, specially with my Special Needs Kiddos and Teachers that, to be fair, were not trained to meet such a Child at their point of need or necessarily understand the limitations of a mainstreamed child with significant disabilities and no other placement available. Bravo and I salute all the Good Teachers, I have fond Memories of all of mine, as do my Adult Children and Adult Grandchildren... the impression the Good Ones make lasts a Lifetime. Sadly tho', the damage the Bad Ones leave on their targets often lasts a Lifetime too. Bohemianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03743017084098726581noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-12018811765878583232022-05-04T08:02:32.255-04:002022-05-04T08:02:32.255-04:00Lovely story.
I also have a Great Teacher story ...Lovely story. <br /><br />I also have a Great Teacher story and I was going to tell it at the end of this post, but it just seemed too off-topic for the general thrust.<br /><br />Thumbnail version (which I may expand upon later), I had one teacher that completely changed my way of life. It was my 11th grade English Lit teacher, of all things. Through the writings of Emerson and Thoreau, he taught me that it was ok to be an oddball or non-conformist. <br /><br />I'd always been a kid who needed everyone to like me and tried to be all things to all people. I'm sure you can guess how that went. But I realized I had a handful of really good friends... I didn't really need the approval of anyone else. So, my attitude became "if they don't like me the way I am, fuck'em." My life got infinitely better once I stopped giving a shit about what other people thought. I only wished I could have learned that lesson earlier.bluzdudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05991272670722362652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-12442565898635788292022-05-03T16:24:55.439-04:002022-05-03T16:24:55.439-04:00Teachers saved me. When my mom died I was 13 and i...Teachers saved me. When my mom died I was 13 and it was a scary time. I wanted to go back to school it felt safe. One day I had a melt down in class and the teacher took me into the hall. She calmed me down and said it was okay that I forgot my homework. I really did too but I had never done that before. This teacher told me we'd work it out. I had to come by at lunchtime and work with her. She had me clean some of those old-time erasers and she just talked to me. I asked about my homework and she said, how about I just ask you some questions and this time it will be okay. She asked me questions on my homework and then she just had me helping her and talking. Then she asked me to do this a couple times a week. I cherished those times. She was "mom like" she was kind. And back then you could get a hug that I so desperately needed. I wasn't having to be the mom as I now had to at home, I was being a kid and being mothered because she saw I needed it. When I got to high school I wrote her a note. She came down to my school just a few blocks away to see me. We had a big warm hug and we talked and I got to thank her in person. Little did I know that she was dying of the same disease as my mom at that time. She never told me. I found out when she passed later that year. It about killed me. I shared with her family at her funeral how wonderful she was to us all and especially me. Her husband knew of me and told me stories. Teachers make a difference in more than just your reading writing and 'rithmatic. I couldn't be a teacher especially today but I will always support and side with the teachers!Margaret (Peggy or Peg too)https://www.blogger.com/profile/04247428494327269983noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-60159064196564249272022-05-03T11:07:36.567-04:002022-05-03T11:07:36.567-04:00Thanks VR. I'm glad your husband had considera...Thanks VR. I'm glad your husband had considerable in-class experience before he went into Administration. That's one of the biggest bones my wife has to pick... dealing with Administrators and School Board members with little teaching experience, who then have the gall to "instruct" veteran teachers on how things should be done. Or install programs that are inappropriate for a particular age group because the kids just don't have the skills to handle it yet.bluzdudehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05991272670722362652noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-24263196725533414152022-05-03T10:23:51.527-04:002022-05-03T10:23:51.527-04:00Perfect! You’ve got it!! Depressing that over ti...Perfect! You’ve got it!! Depressing that over time, NOTHING<br />has changed except this writer’s ability and willingness to speak truth for and about teachers.<br />Thanks with Love, lil MomAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-329507352453931374.post-51349301660780463052022-05-02T18:51:30.543-04:002022-05-02T18:51:30.543-04:00BRAVO!
My husband is an administrator for a schoo...BRAVO!<br /><br />My husband is an administrator for a school district and prior to that spent many, many years in the classroom and what you wrote is *so* relatable!<br /><br />His final day at work this school year is June 3rd. He's back (although the kids are not) on June 23rd. Where's that "summer off"?VoenixRisinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09675971654914349917noreply@blogger.com