Mar 25, 2013

The worst teacher of my youth is now one of the best!

Today's Monday Memory prompt is, Tell a story about the worst or best teacher you ever had.  

As I began to think back, WAAAAAAAAAAY, back to all of the teachers who had the pleasure of trying to teach me the business (read: Saints who dealt with me), I could not help but think back to the 'worst' first. Of course, my idea of the worst back then would have been the teachers who threw erasers or chalk at the kids, nuns who slapped our knees for wearing our skirts too short, the teacher who spat so far when talking you needed a raincoat three rows deep, or the teacher that had fierce dragon-breath thanks to the copious amounts of coffee and cigarette they consumed. Disgusted by those thoughts, my memories instantly shifted to the 'best' teachers, the ones who took the time to help me when I needed extra help, or to make sure I was ok when I was having a bad day. Needless to say, the best were the teachers who were super-sweet and kind and the worst were the hard asses. 

Still, thinking back to all of my teachers I can not pick out one good or bad to talk about.  Each was awesome for being a teacher. I could not read, write or balance my bank account without them.




I also realized from all of this reflection that some of the teachers that I classified as the worst for being tough on me, were in fact some of the best!


For example: I had an english teacher in 10th grade who I am certain went through one-hundred packs of red pens on my papers alone.  She rode my ass through every t-crossing, i-dotting and run-on sentence. But, by the end of the semester, no red at all! 


Don't get me wrong though, I loved the teachers who made learning fun, and easy, which made going to their class enjoyable.  
  


Still in the end, all of my teachers were the best because they were just that, teachers.  They all taught me the things I needed to know to get to where I am today. They cared for me, took the time to give me extra help and gave me the tough love I needed to straighten my ass out. 


Teachers do not teach for the fame and fortune.  There is no fame and certainly no fortune.  All teachers are great.  Well, I think they all start out that way at least.  I have such a profound respect for all of them. I am thankful for every single one of my teachers, the good, the bad and the ugly breath ones.  If you are a teacher and reading this right now, thank you so much for all you do for the youth of today.  If you are one of my past teachers and reading this now, I am so sorry for being a difficult shit!  



Thank you Lillian at It's a Dome Life for this awesome prompt, and Miss Chrissy at Quirky Chrissy for letting me get in on these awesome prompts!

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4 comments:

  1. I had a strict teacher in 2nd grade. Her name was Mrs. Bassetti. Everyone called her Mrs. Spaghetti. I always liked her even though she was "mean" and the other kids didn't like her. I liked the rules. At least I knew how to stay out of trouble.

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  2. As a teacher, I am loving this tribute. <3

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  3. As a teacher, I am loving this tribute! <3

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  4. I tried to be a teacher once... FAILED miserably.

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