I had very few good teachers after first grade. It was not that they were bad at their craft—with one exception of a 4th grade teacher who shall remain nameless… but it was more the fact that after first grade, something shifted in me and i would have probably done better in a Home schooled situation. I was so extremely, painfully shy, that if I had to be excused to go to the bathroom, I would only quite literally walk up to the teacher when all other students were busy with a task and whisper in her ear my request to be excused. Otherwise I would hold it until I got home off the bus late afternoon.
My day dreams took me many places while sitting still in a classroom barely passing with D-minuses.
It wasn’t until my younger brother told my mother that the Nuns were hitting us, that she snatched us out of that parochial school so fast they needed to scramble to fill the paying slots us three Sawyer kids had just vacated.
Thanks for the reflection.
Public school was a little better, but I probably learned things I shouldn’t have.
Coming from a family of teachers that has gone from one generate to the next ,
and then one more so far, I love this. I was so proud of my parents up until the time I started teaching. Once in the field I was so confused by peoples dislike towards teachers I realized how important it was to defend teachers all the time. All a teacher has in defense of what the do every day in and out ,is others option of them. No other profession is so constantly criticized for trying to do what they love best- teaching our children.
Ooh I love this! This makes me think so much about the teachers that impacted my own life. Some were horrible! But others were such a gift! I love the voice of you here!!
I’m struck by how our most precious remembrances stem from unconventional moments that unique people encouraged. Catherine you always were a profound thinker. May I say that it takes an open hearted student who is receptive to the sparks of light as they flutter through the ethers in that teacher's classroom! Thanks for doing this Catherine.
Hey! I know a bunch of those people! And though your memories are waaaaay clearer than mine, you sure do evoke a sense memory of a sort. Ah, Jim Meert. Lordy, we were lucky weren't we? xoxo
I loved your praise of your teachers!
I had very few good teachers after first grade. It was not that they were bad at their craft—with one exception of a 4th grade teacher who shall remain nameless… but it was more the fact that after first grade, something shifted in me and i would have probably done better in a Home schooled situation. I was so extremely, painfully shy, that if I had to be excused to go to the bathroom, I would only quite literally walk up to the teacher when all other students were busy with a task and whisper in her ear my request to be excused. Otherwise I would hold it until I got home off the bus late afternoon.
My day dreams took me many places while sitting still in a classroom barely passing with D-minuses.
It wasn’t until my younger brother told my mother that the Nuns were hitting us, that she snatched us out of that parochial school so fast they needed to scramble to fill the paying slots us three Sawyer kids had just vacated.
Thanks for the reflection.
Public school was a little better, but I probably learned things I shouldn’t have.
Coming from a family of teachers that has gone from one generate to the next ,
and then one more so far, I love this. I was so proud of my parents up until the time I started teaching. Once in the field I was so confused by peoples dislike towards teachers I realized how important it was to defend teachers all the time. All a teacher has in defense of what the do every day in and out ,is others option of them. No other profession is so constantly criticized for trying to do what they love best- teaching our children.
Ooh I love this! This makes me think so much about the teachers that impacted my own life. Some were horrible! But others were such a gift! I love the voice of you here!!
I’m struck by how our most precious remembrances stem from unconventional moments that unique people encouraged. Catherine you always were a profound thinker. May I say that it takes an open hearted student who is receptive to the sparks of light as they flutter through the ethers in that teacher's classroom! Thanks for doing this Catherine.
Hey! I know a bunch of those people! And though your memories are waaaaay clearer than mine, you sure do evoke a sense memory of a sort. Ah, Jim Meert. Lordy, we were lucky weren't we? xoxo