Most important teacher/most mindblowing lesson
musicismylife78
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I was lucky enough to have teacher all my school years who were influential.
However. Most likely the most impressive lesson by a teacher ever was this doozy:
It was a drama teacher. First and only drama teacher I ever had. First day of class she introduces herself and has everyone get out multiple sheets of paper. We spend the whole 80 minute period, writing. She has us write down our life story. Our interests. Our hobbies. Our passions. About family, about friends. About what makes us tick, what makes us who we are. We write down our future plans. We write down our predictions for what we will be our professions.
The end of the class brought alot of cramped hands, but what the teacher did next will always haunt me.
She gathered all the papers, all our writings, that we spent 80 minutes on. And she tore them up. She then threw them in the garbage, and walked out. The class was silent. She didnt say a word. She just took off.
I cant remember if it was a few minutes later, or the next day, but she explained, that "thats what it feels like to not have a voice, to not be heard". Cant say i really enjoyed the class overall, but how could a class possibly live up to THAT cant of anticipation, after something like that? The point and lesson is something I will carry to my dying day
Quite an amazing lesson.
However. Most likely the most impressive lesson by a teacher ever was this doozy:
It was a drama teacher. First and only drama teacher I ever had. First day of class she introduces herself and has everyone get out multiple sheets of paper. We spend the whole 80 minute period, writing. She has us write down our life story. Our interests. Our hobbies. Our passions. About family, about friends. About what makes us tick, what makes us who we are. We write down our future plans. We write down our predictions for what we will be our professions.
The end of the class brought alot of cramped hands, but what the teacher did next will always haunt me.
She gathered all the papers, all our writings, that we spent 80 minutes on. And she tore them up. She then threw them in the garbage, and walked out. The class was silent. She didnt say a word. She just took off.
I cant remember if it was a few minutes later, or the next day, but she explained, that "thats what it feels like to not have a voice, to not be heard". Cant say i really enjoyed the class overall, but how could a class possibly live up to THAT cant of anticipation, after something like that? The point and lesson is something I will carry to my dying day
Quite an amazing lesson.
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The first was my History teacher for 3 years, Mr Hare. He was by far the funniest, most charismatic, and most intelligent teacher I've ever had. Over the course of the 3 years, he hardly ever touched the textbook - he'd take a quick look at whatever topic we were due to cover, and then just talk, and talk, and joke, and talk. He is single-handedly responsible for my love of history.
The second, and probably more important, was my English teacher for 4 years, Ms Flynn. She always - always - pushed me to be as creative as possible. She never cared if I didn't have the homework questions answered, as long as I could bullshit a good answer in class. She always marked my essays really, really critically, to push me to writing the best stuff I could.
I always remember playing cricket in maths class. On more than one occasion. hahahaha
The other one was my english lit teacher. I was always the man at english. Shit at EVERYTHING else but totally owned English from the age of around 13 onwards. This guy loved Dylan, Classical music, introduced me to foreign cinema. We would talk shit about what Bob Dylan's best album was for an entire double period. Other students actually walked out. He lent me Ingmar Bergman and Pedro Almodovar films, wrote me the most ass-kissing personal statement for university ever and was generally a decent guy. I used to give him a lot of shit about the fact that he didn't watch Miles Davis at the Isle of Wight in 1970 and that he hated jazz but the guy was THERE and saw Hendrix and Jim Morrison. Coolest teacher ever.
Ishmael
if your talking about my post, it wasnt sad. The teacher wasnt upset. She didnt do it cause she was pissed at us. She knew full well what the hell she was doing. She planned it out from the minute we walked into class.
The point wasnt that she was upset or angry at us, the point was, we felt silenced, and not heard, which was her whole MO
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I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
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I like this story a lot.
These two stories are almost identical to my own memories of what turned me onto learning. Until my history class at college I hadn't really given two shits about learning anything at school. My history teacher sounds very much like yours. He was the first teacher that got me interested in learning the subject. He was quite laid back and treated us like adults. He earned my respect.
And at school I also 'owned' my English class, right back from primary school I always came top on any English spelling test e.t.c. My teacher at secondary school used to lend me books and I'd lend her books in return. She lent me Michael Herr's 'Dispatches' and I lent her 'a Rumour of War' by Phillip Caputo. I used to sit in her office chewing the fat. She knew I was trouble and that I couldn't take school seriously, but she liked me anyway.
Edit: I also remember that I was very chummy with the deputy headmaster. I used to go and sit in his office some lunch times and just chat with him. Only because he singled me out one day in a lesson that he stood in for and spoke to me like an adult and told me I was intelligent. I think he was the first person to ever show me any respect.
It's funny to look back and remember that some days I'd be in the headmasters office next door being balled out for disrupting a class and making the teacher cry, or some such shit, and the next day I'd be sitting in the room opposite having cool, laid back discussions with his deputy head.
Take my hand, my child of love
Come step inside my tears
Swim the magic ocean,
I've been crying all these years
for what this teacher has given me there are no words that can express my thanks....
angels share laughter
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Take my hand, my child of love
Come step inside my tears
Swim the magic ocean,
I've been crying all these years
Sounds a lot like a professor I had in college- really difficult subject, it's the week of the final, we're all up all night studying for this final, the prof is hosting all these study sessions that were going for hours at a time, and then we show up for the final and he's 20, 30 minutes late. and we're like "where is he???" He finally waltzes in and starts handing us little cards. each card has the grade we have in the class so far. then he says "ok, if you don't want to take the final you can go now. have a good break."