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Are You A Hero Teacher?

As a kid growing up in public schools, I wasenough. As if I was making a decision not to
not aware of the pendulums teachers andlive  up  to  my  potential!
schools were forced to ride as innovations
came and left and as curriculums were adoptedNeedless to say, my primary years were full
and lost influence. I was, however, keenlyof self doubt and anxiety. I spent many hours
aware of teachers and their influence on mein the nurse's room or going home because I
as  a  teacher.didn't  "feel  well."
I began school at age 4, turning 5 duringI did have a few redeeming talents and my
October. I'm sure my entrance into schoolparents, thank God, capitalized on them. One
provided my Mom with a 2 ½ hour respitevery important one was that I could sing! So
from chasing a hyperactive, very busy child.I sang, at church, at school, anywhere people
Immature and unfocused, I was allowed to playwould gather. I was allowed into choir in the
my way through kindergarten unfettered and2nd grade when no one else was admitted until
without  considerable  pain.5th or 6th. Solos became a natural part of
performing as did drama and memorization of
First grade however was a different story. Iscriptures, songs and poetry. I could star in
shall never forget coming face to face withthose areas and received lot of positive
my first grade teacher, her critical eye andstrokes. I am sure these gifts along with me
her cutting tongue. My, how that woman couldthrough  those  years.
use my name in vain! Constantly I heard
"PHYLLIS!" Not friendly uplifting manner,Then I met my "Hero Teacher" as I entered her
but hurled at me as a stone that was hurledroom that first day of fourth grade. I'm sure
at  the  fabled  giant.she had no idea what her melodious "Phyllis"
and her warm welcoming behavior would do for
This teacher's strategy to stop me fromme during my forth grade year and on into the
talking, which I did constantly, was to tiefuture. Mrs. F seemed to always try to find
the "talking bow" (a scarf) around my headthe best in me. She began by announcing "You
leaving the bow perched upon my curly mop.sing! Will you lead the singing?" We were off
This symbol of my defiance was meant toto a great start, not only did she not use my
embarrass me into conformity. It didn'tname in vain but seemed to like and esteem me
work.already.  I  wondered when that would change.
With adulthood I began sharing my talking bowA few weeks into the quarter, Mrs. F went on
story. One day a principle in Californiaa home visit to our home one day after
shocked me by identifying my school, theschool. I remember riding with this
teacher, and the year of my talking bowbeautiful, at least to me, woman in this big
misery. When I responded hesitantly withcar that seemed like a Cadillac through the
"yes" she remarked that, yes I did wear thestreets of our town up to my home. I was so
talking bow more than anyone else. Sheproud! She was wonderful. As we arrived I
remembers seeing my pudgy red headed formbecame fearful that she would assault my
bounding down the hall sporting the talkingparents with "Phyllis would be such a nice
bow  and  talking  all  the  way.girl  but..."
Not only was I doomed by my ever moving mouthBut when our door opened and my Mom greeted
but teachers found keeping me in my seat toMrs. F and she my Mom, all my fears
be a challenge many didn't accept with joy.disappeared. "Mrs. Harder you have a
Teacher after teacher was bewildered bywonderful daughter!" I was in shock, not
trying to manage my curiosity andbuts, no mention of my talking, busyness,
hyperactivity. Many times I was put in "timelack of responsibility or whatever else my
out," tied to my desk (although this didn'tparents had reported. She was my ally. I
hinder my escapades a bit. I would simplyworked hard to live up to her expectations.
lock my knees under the desk and my rearYes, she still had to discipline me at times
under the seat and walk around the room. Soand no, I wasn't perfect from then on but I
much for keeping a busy kid down!) and wasdid try hard and didn't want to miss school,
sent to sit in the hall. I polished manyno  matter  what  happened.
chairs and got to know the janitor well while
keeping abreast of all the "hall happenings."This teacher is a teacher that makes a
difference. She like thousands of educational
But the most devastating part of myprofessionals meets hundreds of thousands of
elementary years was my lack of skill instudents yearly, ready and able to become
reading. I was slow. I could sound out words"Hero Teacher." As the school year begins,
and then not remember them moments later. Iplease  remember:
was totally focused by my teachers on the
parts, sight words, sounds, getting it right1. It's not the pendulum your on but the
so that they would leave me alone. I fond thepeople  you  empower  that  really  matters.
process of reading and reading group
activities to be useless and risky.2. They may not remember what you said but
Continually my parents were informed "Phyllishow  you  said  it  counts.
has such a potential but... Phyllis would be
such a great student but..." All those3. Use children's names in value not in vain.
comments damned me to a belief that I was
lazy, good for nothing, and not working hard4. Make Teaching and Learning a JOY!



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