Oct 12, 2009 2:08 PM
Share a story about an important teacher.
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Most of us can remember a teacher who helped shape our identity and expand our horizons. I can remember the thrill of discovery during science experiments in Ms. Anderson's second grade class at my neighborhood elementary school, and now I can appreciate the hard work behind the scenes that went on to make those moments possible. Honoring teachers and recognizing excellence is key to informing our policy work in Education. Please share a story about a teacher or other educator who touched your life.
Thanks for getting this terrific discussion going.
I wanted to make sure everyone knew about this terrific new site - My Teacher My Hero:http://myteachermyhero.com/They're collecting stories of individuals' favorite stories and sharing them via their website, Face Book, Twitter, etc. They're also proactively collecting videos from a whole host of prominent leaders, such as;
- Jonathan Reckford, Habitat for Humanity
- Sue Naegle, HBO
- Sean Paul, entertainer
- Sanford Weil, Citigroup
- Robert Rubin, former Sec. of the Treasury
- Luis Ubinas, Ford Fdn.
- Alice in Chains, rock band
- Antonio Villaraigosa, Mayor of LA
- Alan Mulally, Ford Motor Co.
Definitely worth a look-see.
And I can't help but make a little plug for the founder of my organization - the Education Equality Project (www.edequality.org) - and Chancellor of the NYC Public Schools (and big fan of HSG I might add!), Joel Klein. His video about his science teacher from Astoria, Queens is well worth checking out - http://myteachermyhero.com/story/57/us/ny/astoria/joel-klein/.
Thanks, Ellen
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I had a great teacher in elementary school, Mrs. Henry. She taught aerodynamics (how to build paper airplanes) and the classics (we acted out scenes from the Iliad and built the City of Troy with old refrigerator boxes.) She taught me the importance of imagination and creativity.
My mother, Mary Donahue, was an excellent elementary school teacher. She is retired now, but up until her retirement her 4th grade class always had the highest test scores in New Jersey-- despite the fact that the school in which she taught was below average from a socio-economic standpoint. Her key success factor was her sixth sense about when the light had turned on in each individual child, telling her they had gained enough understanding to move on to the next lesson.
I was what you could consider a challenging elementary and middle school student. I had terrible grades, I never did my homework, and barely paid attention in class but somehow I always coasted by. I recall often being put in remedial programs like resource room, reading class, etc. to help improve my grades and often undergoing intelligence testing with the school psychologist. As a little kid, I had absolutely no idea what was going on, but as an adult I understand now that educators could not figure out how I could have an above average IQ but do so poorly in class, so their solution was to stick me in every remedial program they had. They even put me into ESL after finding out that my mother was from Italy, yet the only language I could speak was english. It wasn't until my last year in middle school that a resource room teacher figured it out: I was just bored and undisciplined. By 8th grade, I was completely disconnected from what was going on in the classroom because I was secretly reading novels instead. She caught me one day and rather than punish me like my other teachers did for not paying attention, she brought me to the library with the high school reading lists and helped me pick out a number of books that most of my teachers at the time considered way beyond my reading level. We made it our goal for that year to get through as many of the books as possible, and I don't remember if we ever reached that goal, but I'll never forget Mrs. Haff for not treating me like an idiot like everyone else did and actually challenging me. It's no wonder to me, that my grades and interest in school significantly improved the next year when I entered high school. I started in 9th grade in the slowest class track and by senior year was taking AP classes, much to the astonishment of my peers who recognized me from elementary and middle school as the dumb kid. I feel strongly that Mrs. Haff's actions developed an intellectual curiosity and love of learning that is still with me to this day. Sometimes all a kid needs is for someone to believe in them.
I had a teacher in 7th grade who I will never forget. His name was Mr. David Cerqua. He was a great speaker, a great teacher, and someone who commanded respect by all means. He made sure he spoke to you about life and everything in it. He always would pull me aside and coach me about choosing the right friends and by doing so, it will carry me forward in a positive way through life. I remember seeing high school and college students who were in his class growing up, coming back to ask him for advise. He was a positive role model for all of us who had the chance to be in his class.
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I was motivated to be a teacher ironically by a terrible teacher I had in the sixth grade. Her name was Mrs. Gross (seriously, not kidding--should have been my first inkling...) and she had us all write a story about any animal we wanted to. So..I wrote a story about a purple penguin...that was me..loving creative writing and since she didn't say it had to be a non fiction story, why not? When I got the story back, it was FILLED with bright red pen marks all over the paper, and on the top it said.. "There is no such thing as a purple penguin..please don't write such ridiculous stories in my class." She then proceeded to tear about just about every sentence in the story...with her bright red pen.. well.. as you can imagine,that was it for me for creative writing. I became a quieter student, and never took risks in school, writing etc...
Then in High School, I had Mr. Bain, for western civ, and he changed my entire view of teaching around. First, he was kind, smart, funny, and never ever "preached" to us, instead he held real discussions, made us think and then, to my shock, asked our opinions, and constantly made us feel like our opinion mattered and counted. What a change... He enjoyed teaching, you could see it in his eyes, his smile and the joy in which he taught us about history.
Pretty much from that time on, I knew that teachers like Mrs. Gross, should not be in the classroom, and that was the clincher for me. I love every day of my teaching (yes, of course there are many days when I could pull my hair out!) but honestly, if my students come out with nothing else but the love of learning then I have honored Mr. Bain and all the teachers out there that inspire, encourage and give their students the confidence to take risks, and enjoy the gifts of reading and wriitng. By the way, I never ever use red pen in my classroom!
I've had lots of good teachers who inspired me to choose this profession. Mr. Watson was my freshman English teacher who was so passionate about teaching that I took every class he taught: Geography, Shakespeare, and AP Lit. His enthusiasm for Shakespeare, especially, was infectious. After reading a passage, he would clutch his heart and sigh -- and mean it.
Another teacher who I always forgot about until recently was more subtle -- though not less powerful -- in his influence on me. I had Mr. Boelman for Earth Science freshman year. What made his class different from any other class I had had before or that I had since until I got to college, was that he never pretended to have all of the answers. In fact he had two hats that he would wear on his cueball head when giving a lecture. One hat was a long, exaggerated nightcap, red and white striped, that he wore when he was giving us the gradualist point of view. On the other hand, when he was speaking as a catastrophist, he'd wear a yellow paper fedora that had been burned and torn in places. It's the first time I ever remember having to think critically about something.
He also taught me how to be a good student. We had to keep organized tabbed binders, an item which could symbolize me today. In our binders we recorded all of our grades on every assignment, and I calculated my grade in the class every time I got another assignment back. At the start of every period we would plot on a map sites of major geologic activity occurring in the world around us at that time. I will never forget his advice to me when I asked for his permission to take Honors Biology next year: "You've got to quit running with turkeys and learn how to fly." I followed his advice, and educating myself and others became the one goal driving my whole life.
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