You do so very much! You live and breathe for others. And you do it because you have a heart for others, especially your students. And there is not much that you get in return; at least not tangible things. This is something you are okay with. You are because you are doing what you do for something bigger.
You are working for the lives and future of your students…which is what matters most to you. In all honesty, you do deserve more money for all that you do. You deserve more respect from others.
You deserve more recognition for the extra miles that you go. You deserve more freedom and autonomy within the system because you do know what you are doing most of the time. With that, you deserve the trust that you can make good decisions for the sake of your students. And the list could go on and on. You deserve more and you know it…but this is not what is important to you. What is important is that you impact your students lives and help them become the amazing people that they can be one day.
This is what makes you awesome. You know you deserve more, but that is not what drives you. Your students drive you. And this is one of the many reasons you deserve more. But there is one thing that I can offer you. I can offer you a thank you.
I thank you for all that you do. I thank you for your heart. I thank you as a fellow teacher who you serve as an example for. I thank you as a parent who has teachers that are like you and are influenced by you. And I thank you as a citizen of the world because you really are making the future better. Teacher, I can not give you all that you deserve, and for this I am sorry. But I do promise to always try to thank you…even when it is not Teacher Appreciation Week.
A thank you is something you deserve every day! I will do my best to try. You are an amazingly awesome teacher! Thank you for teaching on even though you do not get everything you deserve! You are making a difference and changing lives. Keep going and keep on teaching, Teacher! I hope that you have had a restful, resetting break so far! As the business of Christmas settles down I know that thoughts of school are starting to creep back in.
I know this is true because you are a great teacher. This is why I am writing to you today. I want to say thank you. Thank you for being a great teacher. Thank you for all that you do. Thank you for your patience. Thank you for your creativity. Thank you for you! You know that, right? You give your students what they need before they need it. You make choices for the best that students disagree with. So…this note is for you.
They are still true. Take them to heart. Let a smile rise to your lips. You can feel the pride. Do all that you do and keep doing it well. Keep on teaching, Teacher!
PS…Pass this one one to a teacher that you know needs to hear this! Also, please comment with a story about a time a student has been able to thank you for your hard work for them. I know that I say this a lot, but that does not make it any less true.
I say you are awesome because you are awesome. You need to hear it more often than you do, so I will keep saying it. One of the reasons that you are awesome is because of the difference you make for others.
You make things better. You put yourself on the line for the sake and betterment of those around you. I am not talking about students this time. I am not talking about their families. I am not even talking about the community or society at large. No, I am talking about us. Those you work with.
Those that you meet. Those that just hear about you. You know what we do. We watch each other. We look and see what other teachers are doing, saying, and how they are acting and reacting. The good and the bad, we watch to see it all.
We make choices based on what we see. We change what we do based on what we observe. We all do it, in some way, shape, or form. We look around to see what the other teachers are doing and make adjustments in ourselves. I saw you, you made a note about something for your class based on what you saw or did on vacation. You bought some supplies with money from your own pocket because your students needed it and it was on sale. You kept your teacher brain on even though school is not in session.
I needed to see that. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You do a thousand little things day by day, in school and out of school, all of the time that we all see. These things make you a great teacher, and they are making all of us better teachers. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. You are awesome, Teacher. Education is better because of you! Keep on doing what you do and keep on teaching!
I was going to take a break from writing over Thanksgiving break, but I had a rough day on Tuesday the last day of school for me before break so I have been reflective.
My reflections have been some thoughts that I really feel like I should write down. Writing helps me process them and will make them real to me. I decided to write them to you because, maybe, you are going through something similar and need some similar encouragement and thoughts. Jonathan Aitken, 68, is an author and campaigner for prison reform.
He is a former Cabinet Minister, Member of Parliament, and ex-prisoner. He grew up in Ireland where he spent three years in a TB hospital in Dublin. Thank you for teaching me to love the English language.
Thank you for giving me my earliest reading lessons with such loving inspiration during the three years I spent under your care in an Irish TB hospital, aged five to seven. Like most of the children you nursed, I was strapped down on a frame.
Immobilisation combined with fresh air was the only cure for TB in the preantibiotic s. So instead of using books, you taught me to read by projecting slides on a screen above my head using a magic lantern. You were clumsy with this contraption. When its steel plates overheated as they usually did you would hop around and cry 'Drat it! Do you remember how you would put up a slide picturing the wind and then teach me all the other words for it like breeze, blow, gale, storm, tempest, typhoon or hurricane?
As you imitated these different types of wind by blowing out your cheeks and flapping your nun's habit you captured my imagination. As a writer some 60 years on, I still enjoy searching for synonyms. Jonathan in the Irish TB hospital as as a child: Not all the children in that ward survived. I was lucky to make a full recovery. Perhaps that was because you fired up my will to live by communicating your own enthusiasm for learning with such joie de vivre.
You also communicated the importance of having a spiritual dimension in life. I well remember how you used to kneel beside my hospital bed saying your prayers until I dropped off to sleep. So thank you for that lesson too. With great love and gratitude from your old pupil and patient. Lorraine Candy left school with no qualifications. She is now editor-in-chief of ELLE. Lorraine Candy, 42, left school at 16 with no qualifications and went on to be features editor of The Times and editor of Cosmopolitan.
If my memory serves me well you were the last teacher I saw at my Cornish comprehensive 26 years ago. To spare your blushes, I will not use your name. One sunless afternoon, in an empty classroom I sat opposite you for one of the bleakest chats a teenage girl could have.
You told me I was making a huge mistake proposing I leave school at I explained I'd been offered work experience on The Cornish Times newspaper and had decided not to return to my sixth form. After implying I wasn't destined for academic glory a little painful to hear, by the way you informed me my chances of success in the media were limited. Rather bluntly, you said that as I didn't have any family contacts in that industry and lived on the edge of Bodmin Moor, I had little hope of being the next Bob Woodward.
Lorraine, pictured as a schoolgirl, was told she wasn't destined for academic glory. The conversation took an odd turn as you wittered on about me doing my A-Levels but having a contingency plan if I got German measles and failed them. So here I am in my third editorship of a monthly glossy.
I'm about as qualified as Homer Simpson is to do any of the jobs I've done, but hard work has pushed me through. I've held senior roles on broadsheet and tabloid newspapers. I've travelled the world, broken exclusives, interviewed interesting people and retained a passion for my job which that careers meeting could so easily have killed.
I should imagine careers teachers never give a second thought to the advice they dished out to past generations of year-olds, but I can only hope you didn't dash too many other hopes.
As the Queen in Alice In Wonderland said: Mr Blake was the first teacher who seriously engaged Jon Snow's attention. Jon Snow, 63, is a journalist most famous for presenting Channel 4 News.
He attended Pilgrims' School in Winchester. You were the first teacher who seriously engaged my attention. In part because collectively, we nine-year-old boys in your class speculated that you'd had a mysterious war.
Were you once a spy? You had an interesting pinsized-hole in your fine, strong forefinger that suggested a bayonet wound. You spoke of the navy, and we boys thought of Bond, James Bond. You brought English alive for me - literature and language - and I can admit it, I worshipped at your feet.
You seemed to enjoy my adventurous rebelliousness, and I thought then, and think now, that you discreetly encouraged it in that Victorian confine that was our school. You brought adjectives into my life, and descriptive writing. You let my essays flower, you never ordained what I could, and could not say. You merely set out the systems by which words worked.
You taught me with drive and encouragement, never with threat, and found something positive to say even in failure. I was an academic flop; you were most evidently a scholar. But you were, I can see now, my midway point between my ecclesiastical, classics-educated father, and my exuberant non-academic self.
Dear Rodney Blake, in later life, I could never imagine you running off with the piano teacher, but you did. I spoke to you once on the phone in your rickety runaway garret in New Zealand. You were proud of me, and I of you, for the chance your generous care lavished upon me. Lionel Shriver, 53, is the author of the bestselling novel, we need to talk about Kevin.
I don't know if you cultivated an intimidating aura, but we were all terrified of you. We sat at our desks pin-drop silent, and even the slackers had always done their homework. You don't remember me. I was one more tenth grader in your American history class. But I remember you. We all considered you ancient, though you were probably younger than I am now. We were in awe, too, that you were rumoured to have a 'common-law marriage'.
These days, even the leader of Britain's opposition is 'shacking up', but in the Seventies in Atlanta, Georgia, that was racy stuff.
One afternoon in your classroom helped to shape my life. You'd handed back a set of tests, and then the bell rang. What had I done wrong? When everyone else had left, you said: They were very well written. Have you ever considered becoming a writer?
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