Sunday, December 16, 2012

What a teacher?!

This is beautifully said. I didn't become a teacher to he a hero, get rich, or even for the summers off. I became a teacher because I truly believe that teaching the next generation(s) is the most important job. Even though I have a family of my own, I still spend hours worrying about the children I teach.


The Farmer's Guest House

 As a educator, I have to reprint something I found today....

“To parents who aren’t educators, this may be hard to understand. Five days a week, we teach your kids. Joke with your kids. Console your kids. Praise your kids. Question your kids. Beat our heads up against a wall about your kids. Gush over your kids. Laugh with your kids. Worry about your kids. Keep an eye on your kids.

Learn about your kids. Invest in your kids. Protect your kids. Love your kids.
We would all take a bullet for your kids. It’s nowhere in our job description. It isn’t covered in the employee handbook. It isn’t cited on our contracts. But we would all do it. So, yes—please hug your kids tonight—really, really tight. But on Monday, if you see your kids’ teacher, hug them too.”

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