Teachers Are More Than Teachers, They Play A Part In Raising You

Teachers Are More Than Teachers, They Play A Part In Raising You

“The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires.” ― William Arthur Ward
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I was blessed and privileged to be apart of a school system that valued their teachers and had teachers that valued their students. I can't tell you how many times I would see my kindergarten teacher and run up to hug her; we even shed some tears once I hit my senior year because we both knew that time passed by too fast.

When she had me as a student, we bonded more than ever because she was basically my first “teacher mom.”

In elementary school, I would go on to have seven “teacher moms” who cared for me just like they cared for the other fifteen students in the class. In middle school, I had a little more than seven “teacher moms” and was introduced to “teacher dads” who weren’t just coaches, but science and history teachers, as well.

High school came and I fell in love with every single teacher that taught me because I could tell they cared for every single student that walked through the main doors, not just their classroom doors. They stayed to offer help to students who were struggling, help those who just couldn’t find the right words for that essay due by the end of next week, or even offer advice dealing with a particular situation, academic or personal.

One of my chorus teachers would always tell us on Fridays or before we got out for a long break, “Be safe because I don’t want to hear your name on the police scanner!” My other chorus teacher knew how important it was for students to know love because sometimes they didn’t get it at home. I was loved at home by both of my parents equally even with their divorce - although I still had bad days and she would just pull me aside and let me cry to her and she would just hug me until I stopped.

My sophomore year English teacher wanted me and my best friend to do honors classes, but I had to tell her that it wasn’t that I felt I couldn’t handle an honors class, it’s because I’m trying to prove a point to half of my family that I don't need to be in an honors class to show that I am a smart kid.

My algebra 1 teacher was the funniest man I had ever known - I’m pretty sure I learned more about how to become a motivational speaker than actual math, but I wasn’t complaining.

My home economics teacher would always laugh at me when I told her I can’t cook and that if she leaves me alone unattended, I will surely start a raging fire in the school.

My geometry teacher had a phone that would sneeze when it rang and my reaction would crack her up every time because I would forget that she has a sneezing phone.

I would be borderline falling asleep in some high school classes, but I knew that if I wanted to graduate, I would have to stay awake.

In elementary school, I missed a lot of days just because I was at that age where I hated school and it wasn’t “fun” anymore. So I faked being sick, like a lot of kids would do. However, I cut that quick, fast, and in a hurry, because it took me to miss one day of middle school to realize that school isn’t all that fun (it can be), but neither is the makeup work for five or six different classes.

Teachers want you to be at school because they want you to pass and go on with your life. They want to see you walk across the stage and shake the principal’s hand as you leave high school behind and begin your new life, whether it’s college, the military, a trade, or the workforce. They scold us when we get in trouble, help us when we’re in need, pray for us when we’re in tough situations, and crack down hard on us because they want to see us succeed and make something of ourselves.

Each teacher that I’ve had has made an impact somehow in my life, big and small.

I have gained skills and knowledge not just academically, but personally from these amazing women and men because they care enough about me and the rest of the school to not let us down.

There are four types of teachers: mediocre, good, superior, and great. I have been fortunate enough to have only been taught by great teachers. I have so much respect for teachers because they aren’t just teachers; they’re mom, dad, sister, brother, friend, and confidant. They’re family.

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To The Friends I Won't Talk To After High School

I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.
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Hey,

So, for the last four years I’ve seen you almost everyday. I’ve learned about your annoying little brother, your dogs and your crazy weekend stories. I’ve seen you rock the awful freshman year fashion, date, attend homecoming, study for AP tests, and get accepted into college.

Thank you for asking me about my day, filling me in on your boy drama and giving me the World History homework. Thank you for complimenting my outfits, laughing at me presenting in class and listening to me complain about my parents. Thank you for sending me your Quizlets and being excited for my accomplishments- every single one of them. I appreciate it all because I know that soon I won’t really see you again. And that makes me sad. I’ll no longer see your face every Monday morning, wave hello to you in the hallways or eat lunch with you ever again. We won't live in the same city and sooner or later you might even forget my name.

We didn’t hang out after school but none the less you impacted me in a huge way. You supported my passions, stood up for me and made me laugh. You gave me advice on life the way you saw it and you didn’t have to but you did. I think maybe in just the smallest way, you influenced me. You made me believe that there’s lots of good people in this world that are nice just because they can be. You were real with me and that's all I can really ask for. We were never in the same friend group or got together on the weekends but you were still a good friend to me. You saw me grow up before your eyes and watched me walk into class late with Starbucks every day. I think people like you don’t get enough credit because I might not talk to you after high school but you are still so important to me. So thanks.

With that said, I truly hope that our paths cross one day in the future. You can tell me about how your brothers doing or how you regret the college you picked. Or maybe one day I’ll see you in the grocery store with a ring on your finger and I’ll be so happy you finally got what you deserved so many guys ago.

And if we ever do cross paths, I sincerely hope you became everything you wanted to be. I hope you traveled to Italy, got your dream job and found the love of your life. I hope you have beautiful children and a fluffy dog named Charlie. I hope you found success in love before wealth and I hope you depended on yourself for happiness before anything else. I hope you visited your mom in college and I hope you hugged your little sister every chance you got. She’s in high school now and you always tell her how that was the time of your life. I sincerely hope, every great quality I saw in you, was imprinted on the world.

And hey, maybe I’ll see you at the reunion and maybe just maybe you’ll remember my face. If so, I’d like to catch up, coffee?

Sincerely,

Me

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Sometimes "Out With The Old In With The New" Isn't the Best thing

We can't lose touch of the simpler things in life

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When I think about how much has changed and how much my world has developed since I was little, I get mind boggled realizing how different things are. I work at a restaurant in the city that I grew up in and I see famillies come and go for dinner every night. They all seem the same. The parents will walk in, check in with the hostesses and wait to be seated. If they're asked to wait, the kids sit by their parents sides playing on phones that are probably too young to have. I understand that waiting can get tedious and boring. By the time that they would sit down, I'd imagine that they would put down the devices and engage in some good old fashion conversation. I was wrong. It made me sad to see kids eating dinners with their families with zero interaction. When I was younger, I enjoyed the quality conversations I would have with my family when we got breaks from our all very hectic schedules. It's amazing how much technology has advanced, but sometimes, I believe that we might rely on it too much.

Seems like more and more things are becoming industrialized. Those "mom and pop" shops are closing down due to corporate companies buying the land. I have enough Walmart and Targets in a ten minute radius from me. Sure, places like these carry necessities are important, but when local Nurseries are closed down in order to build a new gas station, it just becomes sad. As things progress more, the more we lose touch of our roots. The places that make home special and different. The moments we have as a kid that don't involve a light on our face. Modernism is a powerful and amazing thing but we need to take a step back and reevaluate what we hold closest to us.

All in all, as we continue to develop, I will continue to advocate for the simpler moments and the simpler times. I don't think my kids will need iPhones right out of elementary school, I'll continue to visit the same hometown shops and give them as much business as possible, I'll always ask if he kids want coloring sheets at the dinner table. Although these small things might not matter in our everyday new world, they matter to me. I will always try to have so much fun that I forget to document things with my phone. The laughter and memories without the technology present. Those are the moments worth remembering.

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