I always thought that I was unique in my good fortune; that to get such amazing teachers all throughout my schooling years was just a fluke. Yet now, as a mother myself, I’ve realised that teachers, all teachers are just simply a wonderful kind of people.
Let’s face it, not one of them would be doing it for the serenity or the pay cheque, and despite the perception that they get loads of holidays and a 9-3 workday, the reality is that they work long, hard and often throughout the holiday period to prepare for the classroom and ensure that our children will receive the education they deserve.
It would be hard to pinpoint the one teacher who made a difference in either my life or my children’s lives. There have simply been too many good ones. I can, however, share some beautiful stories.
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In year 4, I was having a tough time making friends. This coincided with a terrible haircut that effectively left me looking like a boy. I was incredibly and obviously lonely so my teacher, Mr Arthurs, decided like the amazing teacher that he was to step in and help me out.
He engaged me to help with a ‘buddy bench’. What’s a buddy bench you ask? Good question because I too was baffled. As it turned out, Mr Arthurs was aware of quite a few kids who were struggling to find their place in the playground and to make friends. So I, along with a few other equally socially awkward year 4 children, painted a park bench in all the colours of the rainbow.
Finally, we painted the words ‘Buddy Bench’ upon it and placed it in the playground. It was unveiled on a sunny Friday in October in assembly. The purpose of the buddy bench, the assembly was told, was to be a place for those who needed a buddy, or a friend, to sit upon at lunch time.
At first I was hesitant, I remember sitting there that very first lunchtime by myself, eating my vegemite sandwich, looking at my feet. Sure Mr Arthurs was watching me covertly from around the side of the building.
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I was playing a game of fruit salad with kindy today, and when I asked 'what do you do when I call "fruit salad"?', no less than three of them yell "EAT" to me. Lol, that right there is one reason I am a teacher!
It's a nice post, but I'm an adult education teacher and it would be nice if we were occasionally acknowledged too, as most teacher stories always focus on school teachers, though I certainly give them their due that they probably have the toughest job dealing with kids, but we adult ed teachers work long hours too.
you don't have to deal with parents!! ;)
So not true!