Mar. 10th, 2010

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What Teachers Make, or
Objection Overruled, or
If things don't work out, you can always go to law school

Taylor Mali

He says the problem with teachers is,
"What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?"
He reminds the other dinner guests that it's true what they say about teachers:
Those who can, do; those who can't, teach.
I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the other dinner guests
that it's also true what they say about lawyers.
Because we're eating, after all, and this is polite company.

"I mean, you're a teacher, Taylor," he says.
"Be honest. What do you make?"
And I wish he hadn't done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional medal of honor
and an A- feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time with anything less than your very best.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won't I let you get a drink of water?
Because you're not thirsty, you're bored, that's why.

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
I hope I haven't called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today.
Billy said, "Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don't you?"
And it was the noblest act of courage I have ever seen.

I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.

You want to know what I make?
I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write, write, write.
And then I make them read.

I make them spell
definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful
over and over and over again until they will never misspell either one of those words again.

I make them show all their work in math.
And hide it on their final drafts in English.

I make them understand that if you got this (brains)
then you follow this (heart) and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this (the finger).

Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
I make a goddamn difference!
What about you?
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Holy shit.

So freakin' tired.  

Worked 8am to 5pm, Monday to Friday last week (and a bit later on a couple of those days), and then went in to help Kazzy train newbies at work on Saturday, from 8.30am until nearly 5pm.  6 DAY WEEKS ARE RIDICULOUS.

Spent most of Sunday being lazy, so on Monday I had all the weekend shift authorisations & reports to do, PLUS it's a payroll week this week.  So I finished at 6pm on Monday and Tuesday, and 5pm today.  Hopefully tomorrow I'll get away early, because I have some banking to do.

Was invited to a hens party this weekend, but since I'm so behind on my study, I had to decline.  Sucky.  :-(

Still need to book my bus tickets for Easter (catching public transport on a holiday - I must be nuts).  I'm looking forward to it, though.  Kazzy is gonna come down on the Monday to pick me up, so I will be able to bring some of my books back.  Yay!  Plus, it will be good to see Mum.

Speaking of parents, I rang Dad last night and had an hour-long chat with him.  He's finally got a job!  Curtain sales again (he did it when we lived in Australia ~20 years ago).  He sounds much better too, like he's finally taking care of himself.  Was great to hear.

Anyways, Ima go do something not computer related (like maybe see if I can coax new-kitty inside... she's still skittish).

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