by Richard Peck
And it's lonely work because I'm the only member of my species in the room. I like kids. and l love my subject matter.
And I have higher hopes for thesc kids of mine than they have for themselves:
I want them to create. They want to consume.
I want them to love the world. They want the world to love them.
I want every day to be different. They want every day to be the same.
I want then to burn with zeal, about something. They want to be cool, about everything.
I want them to think. They want me to tell them.
I want the bell to ring. They want the bell to ring.
OH GOD. I'M A TEACHER,
I'm not their buddy. I don't want to be. I've seen what they do to their buddies.
I'm not their parent, and yet they'rc looking high and Iow for parents and can't seem to find them.
I'm their teacher. I don't want thcm to take me at my word. I want them to find the words.
OH GOD. I'M A TEACHER,
So I'm perfectly willing to move mountains, if you'll send me some hands for the end of my lever:
Send me a couple of administrators who care more about standards than they do about their jobs.
Send me the occasional parent who sees in me a colleague, not a scapegoat.
Send me a few kids every year, willing to brave their peers in order to learn.
OH GOD, I'M ONLY A TEACHER
I want to make bricks. Could you send me some straw?
Amen
Ali,
ReplyDeleteThis prayer is AWESOME. and so true. There are a few kids in my practicum class who are hard to love, but you have to keep trying to reach them anyway. It's in our job description. But, mostly, we have to show love to those kids who can't seem to find it elsewhere. Thank you for sharing!
I love this too! I hope that when I have my own classroom someday, God will help me to love each and every child. I will need Him to open my heart really really wide for that though! :)
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