Teachers...
There was a time when they only had to worry about failing grades and poor conduct. Like wornout history books, those days are gone. Today’s teachers are expected to be surrogate parents, psychologists, part-time policemen , nurses, comforters, and miracle workers. The importance of the basic 3 R’s have been replaced by the reality of the new 3 D’s: Drugs, Divorce, and Despair. And yet, through it all, and perhaps because of it all, teachers keep right on teaching, trying harder than ever before to “gift” their students with solid educations, self-worth, opportunities to excel and to believe in themselves by discovering their talents and ambitions, whether in the classroom, on the playing field, in music and art classes, or soaring to new heights when their imaginations and dreams are encouraged. On any given school day, teachers open up, for a lifetime, the magnificent gift of reading, the ongoing pleasures of math, the adventures of geography and science, the legacy and lessons of history, the enthrallment of music, art, literature and languages, the demands and accomplishments of physical education and athletic competition. Teachers are loved and scorned, respected and derided, remembered and forgotten. They are laughed with, laughed at, and laughed about. They raise their own families and are devoted to someone else’s children. They pay for the stickers that delight a little child’s heart, slip warm mittens into the pocket of the student that has none, provide a classroom of security and safety when home is a battle ground, tutor after school, guide the pregnant teen, cheer at games, counsel anxious hearts, and fall asleep wondering why they feel so tired. Teachers are the reason why airplanes fly, computers program, ballets are danced, novels are written, cancers are researched, lawsuits won, skyscrapers built, “art” decorates refrigerator doors, and some of our best memories are linked with a certain song. Life’s biggest, boldest, brightest ideaslife’s honors, achievements and accomplishments occur because somewhere, sometime, someone touched our livesand it all began with a teacher. |