Dedicated to Great Teachers!
I absolutely love all things school. I even loved going to school when I was younger (maybe just because of good friends and cute boys, but it still counts).
If you ever had a great teacher raise your hand.
<pausing to look around the room>
So we all have had at least one great teacher in our lives. I bet you can tell me their name, the class they taught and the year that you had them.
I heard once that you may not remember a single sentence a person from your past said to you, but you remember how they made you feel.
When you think back to your favorite teachers what do you remember? Do you remember the lectures or do you remember how you felt when they spoke to you?
Do you remember the tests they gave you or do you remember being encouraged?
I had one teacher that was absolutely brilliant, but he would forget EVERYTHING (everyone that took any chemistry class at FHU, is smiling and nodding with me now). He would forget what he was about to say, where his notes were, where his glasses were (usually on top of his head), when class was supposed to start–but he knew chemistry backward and forward.
His wife once said “If he gets alzheimers, how will we know?”.
He was one of those teachers that students loved. He made you feel like chemistry was something anyone could understand.
I had one middle-school teacher that was small in stature but our class thought he was the coolest person ever. He once got in trouble with the librarian because he was chewing gum and she thought he was a student.
She sent him to the principals office.
We didn’t let him live that down.
My middle-school history teacher was one of the greatest because he didn’t keep us in books all day. We didn’t read about history, we experienced it.
Instead of reading about the civil war, we made bullets by melting and molding metal (yes, we made bullets in school–calm down, we didn’t shoot them).
When we studied about Native Americans we dug out a canoe, cooked a traditional meal and reenacted a chunkey game (and made our own chunkey stone, are you impressed yet?).
He was one of those teachers that kids couldn’t wait to get to his class.
I even had one of the sweetest substitute teachers that ever lived. She called us names like “sugar pie sweet darlin'” or “honey baby dear child” or “precious darlin sugar lump”. It was like she just went through a rolodex of nice words to call all of us.
And we loved it.
We would make up reasons to go ask her a question. It would go something like this:
Me: “Can I go sharpen my pencil”
Her: “Well of course sweet sugar precious darlin’ child, you go sharpen that pencil honey.”
You can see why she is my favorite. 😉
Teachers are our window to the world as children. They teach us more than just math/science/reading/grammar, they teach us about people. All different types of people. We learn how to obey and respect adults that aren’t our moms and dads. We learn how to communicate with (and sometimes even disagree with) authority figures. We learn who we are as people because of how they interact with us and how we respond to them.
Bless their sweet precious darlin’ hearts for dealing with all of us.
I made this printable just for those teachers. Because they deserve it and so much more.
Did you have a teacher that was ‘werth’ their weight in gold? I’d love to hear about them!