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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

I am a Teacher

I am a Teacher
by John W. Schlatter


I am a Teacher.
      from the mouth of a child.
I have been many people in many places.
I am Socrates exciting the youth of Athens to discover new
      ideas through the use of questions.
I am Anne Sullivan tapping out the secrets of the universe
      into the outstretched hand of Helen Keller.
I am Aesop and Hans Christian Andersen revealing truth
      through countless stories.
I am Marva Collins fighting for every child's right to an
      education.
The names of those who have practiced my profession ring 
      like a hall of fame for humanity...Booker T. Washington,
      Buddha, Confucius, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Leo Buscaglia,
      Moses and Jesus.
I am also those whose names and faces have long been
      forgotten but whose lessons and character will always  
      be remembered in the accomplishments of their  
      students.
I have wept for joy at the weddings of former students, 
      laughed with glee at the birth of their children and 
      stood with head bowed in grief and confusion by graves
      dug too soon for bodies far too young.
Throughout the course of a day I have been called upon to
      be an actor, friend, nurse and doctor, coach, finder of
      lost articles, money lender, taxi driver, psychologist,
      substitute parent, salesman, politician and a keeper of
      the faith.
Despite the maps, charts, formulas, verbs, stories and
      books, I have really had nothing to teach, for my
      students really have only themselves to learn, and I
      know it takes the whole world to tell you who you are.
I am a paradox. I speak loudest when I listen the most. My
      greatest gifts are in what I am willing to appreciatively
      receive from my students.
Material wealth is not one of my goals, but I am a full-time
      treasure seeker in my quest for new opportunities for
      my students to use their talents and in my constant
      search for those talents that sometimes lie buried in
      self-defeat.
I am the most fortunate of all who labor.
A doctor is allowed to usher life into the world in one magic
      moment.
      I am allowed to see that life is reborn each day with  
      new questions, ideas and friendships.
An architect knows that if he builds with care, his structure
      may stand for centuries. A teacher knows that if he
      builds with love and truth, what he builds will last
      forever.
I am a warrior, daily doing battle against peer pressure,
       negativity, fear, conformity, prejudice, ignorance and
       apathy: But I have great allies: Intelligence, Curiosity,
       Parental Support, Individuality, Creativity, Faith, Love
       and Laughter all rush to my banner with indomitable
       support.
And who do I have to thank for this wonderful life I am so
       fortunate to experience, but you the public, the
       parents. For you have done me the great honor to
       entrust to me your greatest contribution to eternity,
       your children.
And so I have a past that is rich in memories. I have a
       present that is challenging, adventurous and fun
       because I am allowed to spend my days with the
       future.
 
I am a teacher...and I thank God for it every day.
I was born the first moment that a question leaped  

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