A Thank You Letter To The Best Teacher Ever

A Thank You Letter To The Best Teacher Ever

"A teacher affects eternity- he can never tell where his influence stops"
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During our time in school, we all have many teachers- some we feel indifferent about, some we loathe, and the special ones that stand out to us as the best of the best. A good teacher can make or break a school year for a student and some of us are lucky enough to have more than one of these teachers. The best teachers go the extra mile to connect with their students and we may have never given them the thanks that they truly deserve.

So hey teacher, thanks for doing all of these things for me:

Being hard on me

Sometimes I just need that extra push of confidence or other times for someone to sit me down and be real with me. I appreciate all of the times you gave me constructive criticism, even if it meant hours of extra work to get that good grade. Thank you for being able to be hard on me when you knew it could allow me to do better.

Being honest with me

That paper that I wrote at midnight the night before it was due? I knew it wasn't good. Thank you for being able to kindly tell me that and help me to work on making it better.

Motivating me

With tons of classes each having their own assignments, it is very easy to get stressed out. Thank you for motivating me to push myself when I was up to my eyeballs in work, or even when I was having just an off day.

Making class fun

Sometimes class can be painfully boring, we both know it's true. But you always created fun and engaging assignments and activities for class that made learning something I had no interest in, fun. Thank you for putting that extra time and effort in so that we could all learn something that was required but also have fun doing it.

Teaching me life lessons

Whether you knew it or not, you taught me more than just a subject in school. The best kinds of teachers give criticism, advice and compliments that stay with their students for life. Thank you for being one of those teachers to me.

Giving me advice

Not all teachers can double as a therapist, but you're not all teachers. Thank you for the advice you gave me for my paper, a problem I was having, or whatever it may have been.

Being patient with me

Not everything comes naturally for everyone. Thank you for being the kind of teacher I felt I could always go to for extra help so that I could work through what I was struggling with.

Putting up with my class

Or kids in general. It takes a special kind of person to be able to put up with kids all day every day, but you are a natural at it. So for the kids who are quiet and even the trouble-makers, thank you for putting up with all of us.

Having a passion for teaching

Some teachers you can tell, don't want to be there. You are the kind of teacher that has such a joy and passion for teaching that it is contagious to your students and makes us more excited for class. Thank you for letting your passion shine.

All the time you put in

I can't imagine how many hours upon hours of you free time were spent grading projects and papers, creating assignments, making lesson plans, and even spending your own money so that our class could do something fun, get extra supplies for us, or have a pizza party. Thank you for the time and effort you put into class. (It didn't go unnoticed.)

Making us laugh

If you were telling a corny joke, being goofy, or making a funny mistake, you always were making me laugh. Thank you for being funny whether you meant to or not.

You go above and beyond to be the best teacher that you can be, and it really stuck out to me. It was a privilege to have you as a teacher, I enjoyed your class, and wanted you to know that when I think of the best teacher I ever had, you immediately come to mind.

Sincerely,

A student

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I had many coaches between church leagues, rec leagues, personal coaches, basketball camps, middle school and high school. Most of the coaches I had the opportunity to play for had a passion for the game like I did. They inspired me to never stop working. They would tell me I had a natural ability. I took pride in knowing that I worked hard and I took pride in the compliments that I got from my coaches and other parents. I always looked forward to the drills and, believe it or not, I even looked forward to the running. These coaches had a desire to teach, and I had a desire to learn through every good and bad thing that happened during many seasons. Thank you to the coaches that coached and supported me through the years.

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Along with the good coaches, are a few bad coaches. These are the coaches that focused on favorites instead of the good of the entire team. I had coaches that no matter how hard I worked, it would never be good enough for them. I had coaches that would take insults too far on the court and in the classroom.

I had coaches that killed my passion and love for the game of basketball.

When a passion dies, it is quite possibly the most heartbreaking thing ever. A desire you once had to play every second of the day is gone; it turns into dreading every practice and game. It turns into leaving every game with earphones in so other parents don't talk to you about it. It meant dreading school the next day due to everyone talking about the previous game. My passion was destroyed when a coach looked at me in the eyes and said, "You could go to any other school and start varsity, but you just can't play for me."

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Looking back now at the amount of tears shed after practices and games, I just want to say to this coach: Making me feel bad about myself doesn't make me want to play and work hard for you, whether in the classroom or on the court. Telling me that, "Hard work always pays off" and not keeping that word doesn't make me want to work hard either. I spent every minute of the day focusing on making sure you didn't see the pain that I felt, and all of my energy was put towards that fake smile when I said I was OK with how you treated me. There are not words for the feeling I got when parents of teammates asked why I didn't play more or why I got pulled after one mistake; I simply didn't have an answer. The way you made me feel about myself and my ability to play ball made me hate myself; not only did you make me doubt my ability to play, you turned my teammates against me to where they didn't trust my abilities. I would not wish the pain you caused me on my greatest enemy. I pray that one day, eventually, when all of your players quit coming back that you realize that it isn't all about winning records. It’s about the players. You can have winning records without a good coach if you have a good team, but you won’t have a team if you can't treat players with the respect they deserve.

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