Segunda-feira, 11 de Junho de 2007

difference

Um monólogo inspirador de Taylor Mali, poeta e professor.

He says the problem with teachers is, “What's a kid going to learn
from someone who decided that his best option in life was to become a teacher?”
He reminds the other dinner guests that you know it's true what they say about
teachers:
Those who can, do; and those who can't, teach.

I decide to bite my tongue instead of his and resist the urge 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 supposed to be polite conversation.

“I mean, you're a teacher, Taylor, come on. Be honest. What do you make?” And I wish he hadn't done that (asked me to be honest) because, you see, I have this little policy in my classroom about honesty and ass-kicking which is: if you ask for it, well then, 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 I can make 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 can not ask me a question, so put your hand down. Why won't I let you go to the bathroom? Because you're bored. And you don’t really have to go to the bathroom, do you.

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home at around dinner time: Hi, this is Mr. Mali. I hope I haven't called at a bad time, I just wanted to talk to you about something your son said today in class. To the biggest bully in the grade. He said, “Leave that kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don't you? It’s no big deal.” And that was the noblest act of courage that I have ever seen. I make parents see their children for who they are and who 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, de-finite-ly be-a-utiful until they will never misspell either one of those words again. I make them show all their work in math class. And then hide it on their final drafts in English. I make them realize that if you got this (brains) then you follow this (heart) and if somebody ever tries to judge you based on what you make, you give them this (chin flip-off).

Here, let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true: Teachers. Teachers make a difference! Now what about you?
publicado por Rui Correia às 15:34
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