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All about teachers and the world of teaching; teachers sharing their best and worst interactions with students, best teaching practices, the path to becoming a teacher, and more.

Teaching is Easy...
Teaching is easy. The act of presenting information to people in hopes that they learn a new skill or understand something that they didn’t before is easy.
By M J Graham5 years ago in Education
I help kids with challenges gain independence and be their best selves.
Reactions are mixed when I tell people what I do for a living. Often folks are curious and ask for more information. Some people are surprised – especially if we’ve met in a social situation where I’m behaving like an adult that likes to have fun. Some people reveal their discomfort or distaste for working with challenging individuals, some are impressed.
By Allison Rice5 years ago in Education
Flooding Deserts
Irrigating deserts is a great feeling. Imagine the dry parched ground as the water touches its wizened surface. A feeling it had forgotten. The cool refreshing drops awaken the senses. Everything feels new again,rejuvenated and alive.
By Natalie Stover5 years ago in Education
Complex Thinker Assessor
It’s 7:30 on a working morning. I am sitting alone in an empty room filled with small desks. In front of me is a pile of papers, awaiting my attention. Just outside, I can hear the murmurs of the people who are waiting to enter. I steadily lift my cup of tea and take a sip while looking over my plans for the day. My mind is racing, thinking, wondering if today is going to be a good day where all my plans fall into place, or is there going to be an unexpected surprise (which is always something you cannot prepare for). Regardless, I am confident in what I have prepared and as long as the young people outside of my door are in the right mindset, then all my plans should work flawlessly.
By Iris Harris5 years ago in Education
A Day in the Life
As a sophomore in high school, I wanted to be a physical therapist when I grew up. I had experienced being a patient because of sports injuries and wanted to be on the opposite side of the exam table someday, assigning exercises that no one would do and icing perpetually sore muscles. I spent six years on this plan, convinced that this was what I was going to do with my life...until I actually got to physical therapy school and spent more time enjoying the fact that I was living away from my family within walking distance of so many cool downtown places than I did studying gross human anatomy. So when the end of the first semester rolled around, it wasn’t much of a surprise that I was asked to leave the program and reapply for the following year. It was definitely a wakeup call.
By M.G.5 years ago in Education
Why Drama Camp?
Taylor ** Note: All names have been changed for anonymity.** It's a couple weeks into my new job in a new city. I'm finally starting to find my rhythm. It's 8:45am, and as the camp day begins, I'm welcoming kids by the entrance. We're all clad in masks, as Covid is still a concern, but the kids have turned them into accessories. The masks come in all different colours, some with giraffes, some with sparkles, etc. They match shirts, which match hats, which match backpacks that are as big as the kids themselves.
By Taryn Roo Yoneda5 years ago in Education
Why I Teach
It is 6:30 on a Monday morning as a role over to snooze my second alarm. I’ve never been a morning person; I like to stay up late and sleep later. But as hard as it is I roll out of bed to start my day. I get the kids up to start their school day as well while my wife fixes us some sandwiches for our lunch’s packing in some special treats and notes telling us how much she loves us. She stands at the door holding the baby as the rest of us load up into the car to head to school. Yep, I am a teacher, a science teacher to be specific, but the school I teach for is special.
By Gray Beard Nerd5 years ago in Education
I THINK
I am a philosopher and I love it. That's my job. I think clearly and express my thoughts in my writing. Some writers are therapists, counselors of various sorts and even political advocates. I philosophize and write about sound ideas. If I were to say, 'I love my J.O.B.', you would wonder why I said it. Whether you loved or hated your own work, you would wonder why I loved mine. Human nature seeks the reasons that sentient beings do what they do. We want to know how others get things done. We share fruitful information and knowledge. Philosophers, it seems to me, are the behind the scenes moderators of this sharing.
By Ibraahiym Kadessh5 years ago in Education
Wash the Shit Shield, Change the World
After a near constant screamed stream of profanities, thrown objects, and flipped furniture, I retreated quietly to my car, a little shell-shocked by the unexpectedly volatile day. I thanked my lucky stars for the best piece of advice I’d ever been given, only then fully appreciating the value of it.
By Bree Beadman5 years ago in Education
A JOB THAT ALMOST KILLED ME
I love my job because it almost killed me. Yes, my job pushed me to the brink of suicide and I love every moment of it! Don't judge me yet, please read on to know why.
By Lolakwentosera5 years ago in Education
"I am..."
The butterflies residing in my stomach take flight in a tornado of nerves, each time I stand before thirty-plus pairs of eyes staring back at me.
By Alicia Uecker5 years ago in Education
Learning Curve
It's definitely not as easy as it use to be, and it's certainly not as easy as people think. You'd think that after over twenty some odd years I'd be use to it or at least a little more accustom to it, but you'd be wrong. Every Monday is like the first Monday. When that alarm clock goes off at 5am and I roll over and see those numbers staring at me the first thought every time is, "Oh my God it's Monday again already." Weekends go by so much faster than they use to. Maybe that's because most of them are crammed full with all the things that you needed to do during the week but couldn't because of the hours that you work. Or it could be because you spend most of the day thinking about the fact that Monday is coming again really soon. Either way I get up and sit on the side of my bed, waiting for my eyes to adjust to either the light or the lack there of depending on the time of year.
By Terrence Moore Books5 years ago in Education