hope?
so, for the first time in a long time, i almost feel as though things are falling into place.
kind of...
after having quit 1 of my 3 jobs, after class today, i searched for a replacement job.
at some point i ended up at my old HS, spoke with the principal, a few teachers, and was advised by all of them, that i should apply for a job there as a substitute.
most of you should know that i intend on being a teacher.
this is a good starting point.
if it pans out.
i nadition... it pays considerably better than 2 of the 3 jobs i've had, and i can keep the one that pays more because it only happens on weekends..
/shrug.
after the bullshit that i've dealt with lately ( that none of you really know about for the most part ) it's slightly relieveing to see that things MIGHT be ok, that it isnt too late just yet.
now i just need to get this thing rolling.
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oh. btw. something i read about a decade ago, and was lucky enough to stumble upon once more about 4 years ago
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What Teachers Make, or
You can always go to law school if things don't work out
By Taylor Mali
www.taylormali.com
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 company.
"I mean, you�re a teacher, Taylor," he says.
"Be honest. What do you make?"
And I wish he hadn't done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, 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 get a drink of water?
Because you're not thirsty, you're bored, that's why.
I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
I hope I haven't called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today.
Billy said, "Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don't you?"
And it was the 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 got this (brains)
then you follow this (heart) and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this (the finger).
Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
I make a goddamn difference! What about you?
kind of...
after having quit 1 of my 3 jobs, after class today, i searched for a replacement job.
at some point i ended up at my old HS, spoke with the principal, a few teachers, and was advised by all of them, that i should apply for a job there as a substitute.
most of you should know that i intend on being a teacher.
this is a good starting point.
if it pans out.
i nadition... it pays considerably better than 2 of the 3 jobs i've had, and i can keep the one that pays more because it only happens on weekends..
/shrug.
after the bullshit that i've dealt with lately ( that none of you really know about for the most part ) it's slightly relieveing to see that things MIGHT be ok, that it isnt too late just yet.
now i just need to get this thing rolling.
------------------------
oh. btw. something i read about a decade ago, and was lucky enough to stumble upon once more about 4 years ago
------------------------
What Teachers Make, or
You can always go to law school if things don't work out
By Taylor Mali
www.taylormali.com
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 company.
"I mean, you�re a teacher, Taylor," he says.
"Be honest. What do you make?"
And I wish he hadn't done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, 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 get a drink of water?
Because you're not thirsty, you're bored, that's why.
I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
I hope I haven't called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today.
Billy said, "Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don't you?"
And it was the 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 got this (brains)
then you follow this (heart) and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this (the finger).
Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
I make a goddamn difference! What about you?