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Namiko
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| MagicMike wrote: | | Of them, perhaps my History teacher in 11th grade. The guy was a character, using Simpsons and Monty Python references, and occasionally reading from The Onion to teach about everything, be it Taft's getting stuck in the bathtub to the disappearance of William Morgan. |
My history teacher last year could do a perfect imitation of Samwise Gamgee (LotR) and would often do so in the middle of class sometimes. He also happened to look a little like the guy who played Sam in the movies. 
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PhoenixKitten
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Aww Sophist, your art teacher sounds AMAZING!!! Don't know how on earth he functioned though!
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| Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2005 3:27 pm Post subject: Re: Teachers who have affected you... |
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| Soma wrote: | | I had my life changed this year by one of mine, and I was wondering if anyone had a similar experience with one of their teachers. |
Yes - funnily enough, I never took a class with her. Ms. Darlene Olson. She was awesome. She taught English, but more important, she was the drama couch for our highschool. She cast me in one play, and then cast me in a another play in a role where, when I asked her why, she said she needed someone with "leadership qualities" and who was willing to stand out from the "herd". Later she made me her assistant director on a travelling play, where I helped to cue the actors and manage the logistics. She, again, said she wanted someone who could give feedback to the others without worrying about whether they would like me or not afterward.
She was the first one who considered my blunt, tactless honesty as a strength, not as a weakness. She considered my good memory and ability to remember details to be useful. I loved feeling like I was valuable, rather than just a weirdo. I also really loved acting - I was fine with being on stage, as long as I was playing someone else.
Speeches, on the other hand, were awful - I hate having to reveal so much of myself! I felt so vulnerable. Not only would my knees shake, my cheeks would shake. I would get stomachaches and throw up so I wouldn't have to go to school, whenever we had a speech in a class. I eventually, through drama, and being involved in gaming and paganism, got better about that. While it took years, it was possible - primarily because of this teacher who allowed me to see myself as worthwhile, for the first time ever. This summer, I was researching getting back into college (at age 42), and found out she was still teaching at my old highschool - and I sent her an email of thanks. |
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dgd1788
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Location: Indiana, USA
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| I had a computer teacher who sat on his laurel and taught nothing afterward. He would set bazaar policies such as getting on to me for using advanced Microsoft Word features. I failed the class, and then after summer break came I had him again for the same class which then I was put into PC Repair, I'm doing great now.( Header and Footer) |
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thatrsdude
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From my experience, teachers were a mixed bunch. There were good teachers, bad teachers, and everything in between and even outside of that range (I had an English teacher who later got 8 months jail for having a relationship with two boys).
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Prometheus
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| Posted: Mon Oct 10, 2005 5:09 pm Post subject: |
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hmmmm.
I wrote an essay a while ago on a teacher that I liked a lot in elementary school. . . ... . .
“I can cross the widest sea, I can climb the highest mountain, I am a promise with a Capital P!” I sang those words when I was part of my elementary school choir from grades 3 through 5, which was pretty ordinary and normal as elementary school choirs go, if one can overlook the fact that everyone in the choir had a major hearing loss and the choir sang to dignitaries such as the King of Sweden on a fairly regular basis. But as I get older, I understand more and more the great personal sacrifices of my third grade teacher and director, Mrs. Landis for her incredible gift of strength and kindness to us all. I can still vividly remember how badly I wanted to be in her class, when I was in 1st and 2nd grade. I can still recall how thrilled I was to actually get in her class, and my first year in the choir. However, she was able to influence me in subtle ways to end bad habits with song and music. In the choir, I was exposed to many cosmopolitan cuisines and got to see the world a little bit. After I left her class and continued to progress in the 4th and 5th grade, I can remember my growing awareness of the magnitude of her strength and scarifies even while I was struggling with classes.
I was green with envy from the moment I saw what was happening in Mrs. Landis’ room. Every week, the entire department of Millridge Center for the Hearing Impaired (there were about 60-70 kids) would get into the music room, and play Simon says or sing. Since most of us couldn’t hear the piano or understand meter or pace, she would mouth out the words as we went along, which was very effective as we could all read lips very well. But the kids in her class got to have this kind of fun every day, and do it yet again for choir, as all the kids in her class were automatically in the choir. Other times, I would pass her room and the smell of pastries would waft into the corridors and I would wonder why the heck they got to eat doughnuts that day. I turned another shade of green when she got her kids hermit crabs. Hermit crabs are so ugly they look like shrunken Martians that fell down ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. In other words they were very, very cool things to look at and hold. When I held one, it seemed if the crab legs were hyperactive ballpoint pens poking my hands again and again. It was no wonder I wanted to get in her class so damn bad.
Over the summer after my 2nd grade year, after I found that I got Mrs. Landis for my 3rd grade class; I ran outside, did cartwheels and promptly broke my pinkie. It was if I just got a lifetime pass to pillage and loot candy stores to my hearts content. However, I quickly learned that her class was not all fun and games. Mrs. Landis had had cancer, and was in remission for the time being. She never directly acknowledged that fact, but would sometimes let us know she was sick and couldn’t come one day or the other. Sometimes she would tell us that she was getting a different wig and wanted to know our opinion on what we thought was the best looking one for her. I remember how cold she was, cold even to the touch when she hugged me. Even though she never said so, everyone in my class knew that she was very sick, perhaps mortally so. Mrs. Landis was able to acknowledge that fact without scaring us witless. In other areas, her emotional intelligence was also on the level of Einstein, which was good for all of us. Many of the kids, myself included, were, quite frankly, spoiled by our parents and undisciplined as a result of them not knowing how to deal with our hearing losses.. Some parents even did homework for their kids! Mrs. Landis would always have a masterful way to deal with these problems; never directly insulting the kid or parents as many teachers would, but doing it in a way so subtle but unmistakable that true learning would result. I always managed to be egregiously late for just about every appointment in those days. She found a way to provoke me to change through, literally, song and music.
Every year, the entire student body participates in a school spring musical that is about as large and complex as the Apollo space program combined with the Hoover Dam with a side serving of the Manhattan Project, which also happens to be planned, choreographed and directed by Mrs. Landis. That particular year, the musical she selected was Alice in Wonderland, and she pulled me to the side and asked me to sing the song of the rabbit, who is constantly late. When I went, “why me?” she just hit me on the head with a copy of our class-produced newspaper and we had a good laugh. In the musical I sang, “I’m late, I’m late” which was a hilarious song. I was not embarrassed or humiliated in any way, but I can say I was never late for my appointments after that.
After third grade, I stayed on in her choir for two more years before I started middle school; once one got in her choir, it was too fun to leave. The most prominent memory is all the food. The choir traveled to country clubs around Ohio, sang for the august Cleveland City Club, and performed at many other society events. Before our concerts, we would get to eat like little sultans and princesses; we devoured caviar, salmon, roast beef, mangos, artichokes, eye of the squid, pig tongue, frog legs and so many myriad exotic entrees, enough that an emperor would blush on seeing them. I particularly remember the dinner at the Cleveland City Club, which was roast beef and mashed potatoes. The potatoes had been put into a mold and were in the shape of a orange squeezer, the potatoes were tanned and had a crust to it, so when I saw it for the first time I did not recognize it. When I first bit into the potatoes, the richness of the potatoes was so that it was if a cavalcade of butter had opened in my mouth. I might sell my soul to eat mashed potatoes like that again. In 4th and 5th grade, I got to skip a class every day to go to choir practice; on Fridays, I got to skip class for choir practice and eat doughnuts afterwards. For an elementary school student, it was the same as reaching rock-god status.
Once third grade was past, I was placed into the mainstream program by Mrs. Landis. Millridge Center for the Hearing Impaired was a wing of the larger Millridge Elementary, a conventional elementary school. Up until 4th grade, all my classmates had hearing problems of some sort, but now I was going into classrooms where all my peers would be hearing, and generally take class normally like anyone else would (except for resource teachers). To say it was difficult is something of an understatement, and I struggled academically in those years. When I was in that extremely stressful situation, most of my teachers literally gave up on me and told that to my face. But nothing quite uplifts like the words “I can cross the widest sea, I can climb the highest mountain, I am a promise with a capital P!” Choir practice became like the sun after a very long night. Furthermore, all she wanted from me was that I succeed, not anything else, and I did owe her that much.
Years later, after I left the choir, she came to sing for my church’s Lady’s Club. It was clear that the cancer had come out of remission as she was a shade of green and since she did not wear her wig that day, one could see her baldness. When she was directing the choir, she leaned heavily on a podium with one hand and directed with the other as for some reason she could not play the piano, as that was her normal routine. Even this limited effort seemed to tax her severely and many times Mrs. Landis had to take a breather for a few minutes. Even that sad state of affairs did nothing to contain my joy when Mrs. Landis saw me in the crowd, and asked me to join them for a couple songs. I excitedly ran up to the stage, leapt the 4 foot difference from the floor to the stage and sang with her choir for one last time.
The first time I saw Mrs. Landis I wanted to get in her class as everyone who got her seemed to be spoiled rotten. After I got into her class, I found that even though she did live up to most of my expectations, she was very ill. Despite being so sick, she was able to teach important life lessons, particularly about arriving on time for one’s appointments. Through the choir, she showed us a bit of the world and exposed us to cosmopolitan tastes. After my time with her class was up, she kept me in the choir and offered emotional encouragement to succeed in school. Then, in high school, many years after I left the choir, Mrs. Landis asked me to sing with them for one last time.
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No,I have not had any teachers like that.The ones in my elementry days were sadistic who liekd to embaress me in front of the class and wouldn't do a thing about it if I got bullied.The ones I ahd in JR. Highp itied me alot and they always spied on me.
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aspiegirl2
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Teachers that have affected me are my 8th grade science teacher (I keep in touch with her from time to time), and my current band teacher, which I've already had for 2 years, this being my third year. I like them both because they taught me things that I didn't know that were incredibly essential in real life, and they brought out the best in me. They also didn't mind me being who I was, and they told me things I didn't understand (like some uses of sarcasm in some cases).
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hadapurpura
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Teachers that have affected me.
Lina: my socials teacher. She taught me to be an independent thinker, and that being different is not bad. I'm so thankful to her...
Edgar: my maths teacher. He was sooo sarcastic, and i didn't realize it. I was afraid of him. I felt he was Chucky or something, and he made me work alot. At the end I discovered that he apreciated me so much, so we ended up well, however, before him I was excellent in maths, now I have trouble with it.
Yolanda: my spanish (first language) teacher: I was going through a really bad year, and I was about not making it to the graduation. I had to make an awesome effort to pass the subjects and here is not about subjects, but about areas. When there was the teacher's reunion to see my final grades, my mom went (and i didn't know there was that reunion). Spanish (first language) and english (second language) are one area: language. Omar, myu english teacher said he would give me an excellent 100% because with him I was excellent. With that it was sure that I would pass. So she said she would give me a deficient 0%, so I wouldn't be able to graduate by ceremony. My mom yelled at her and said she would talk with the governor so they take away her professional card, so she wouldn't be able to work as a teacher anymore, so she shut up... Then, in the ceremony, when I was receiving my diploma, she hugged me and said "life is tough, don't forget that"... I hate her, she's a hypocrite and she probably thinks she's the only one with problems. She probably thinks that I'm a spoiled girl (she didn't know I had AS)
Miguel Ángel: the choir's director. He was soo kind to people and so gentle, and also I like music, so I like him (as a teacher) |
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crimethinkful
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My advising professor has changed my way of thinking (not only from a critical aspect, but from an opinion standpoint.) I can't help but have to push my mouth shut at the end of every lecture - my jaw drops involuntarily at her brilliance.
She was the one who was willing to sit with me for 2.5 hours when our meeting was only supposed to be 30 minutes to talk about my school plans. She was the one who managed to completely turn my life around - I was going to drop out of school and become a warehouse manager, because I was so depressed and isolated after a bad breakup - and inspired me to stay in school.
I'd have a crush on her if she weren't over 40 years older than I... but having a crush on her would be too weird. I just think she's amazing, and if I could ever be compared to her once I'm teaching, I'd think that my life's work had been accomplished.
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In a positive way Mr. Hartje did as while I sorta hated him (everyone did) he got me on the speech team and got me into debating like that which is probably part of the reason Im in prelaw as a polisci major now.
In a negative way Miss Buttlemann (I think thats how you spell her name) before that year I wanted to be a journalist real bad, then I had her as a "teacher" (she never taught me anything which was odd because my school supposedly has one of the best newspapers in the state and definetly has one of the best art programs in the midwest) and she just showed how bad that would be as I might have to deal with people like her again. OH also everyone hated her and the people on the staff were only there because her recomindation was quite good.
Oh also Mr. Valent for convincing me to quit football by being a jerk to me (he was the varsity football coach but I had him as a teacher first.)
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| My last math teacher, who thaught me to appreciate the wonders of math and it's rulings, but that it's also sometimes important to bend the rules for your personal best. It's impossible to describe it all in a post here. I do have to say that he has a vision on life which I admire (without making him a guru to me.). And I feel lucky to have had him as my math teacher. |
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I had a wonderful teacher last year. My writing teacher, Mrs. Lambert, helped me strengthen my writing skills. She was also more flexible with when we turned things in as long as they weren't unreasonably late.
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KingChaosNinja
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I've had a few that were incredibly good to me. Most of all being my 5th grade homeroom teacher who was very mature for an elementery school teacher. Not mature in in a suit and tie kind of way but in a Far Side desk calender way. He went out of his way to personaly teach me more advanced material than the other students. I rember he would often tell the class, "I'm going to put in this boring documentery about World War II on. If you want to watch it than come to the front of the class. If you don't go play in the back and don't make to much noise." I was the only kid in the front watchingwhat ever it was. He told me once, close to the end of the year, "I don't know what it is about you Paul, but if you weren't so nice I'd be affraid of you for being so smart." Even though he didn't know what I was in the litteral sense of knowing, I think he had a better understanding of me than my own parents did, and if I ever went and told him, he'd probably say, "So they have a name for that?"
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Awesomelyglorious
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A teacher that impacted me greatly was my Physics and Calculus teacher. He put me into AP Calculus and AP Physics and allowed me to skip Pre-AP Physics and Pre-Calculus. I did well on the exams and because of my successes I am going into engineering.
I do know that there are other teachers that impacted me greatly, I just cannot remember what they did very well....  I am one of those people that remembers what they learn in school and minute weird details with great ease but forgets most other things. |
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