POEMS FOR INSTRUCTOR MOTIVATION


Teacher's Prayer
I want to teach my students how
to live this life on earth
To face its struggles and its strife
and improve their worth
Not just the lesson in a book
Or how the rivers flow
But how to choose the proper path
Wherever they may go
To understand eternal truth
And know the right from wrong
And gather all the beauty of
A flower and a song
For if I help the world to grow
In wisdom and in grace
Then I shall feel that I have won
And I have filled my place
And so I ask your guidance, God
That I may do my part
For character and confidence
And happiness of heart.
----James J. Melcalf
WILL IT MATTER

100 years from now….

One hundred years from now
It will not matter
What king of car I drove
What kind of house I lived in
How much money I had in my bank account,
Nor what my clothes looked like.
But one hundred years from now
The world my be a little better
Because I was important
In the life of a student.

---Unknown

I am a Teacher.
I was born the first moment that a question leaped from the mouth of a child.
I have been many people in many places.
I am Socrates exciting the youth of Athens to discover new ideas through the use of questions.
I am Anne Sullivan tapping out the secrets of the universe into the outstretched hand of Helen Keller.
I am Aesop and Hans Christian Andersen revealing truth through countless stories.
I am Marva Collins fighting fir every child's right to an education.
I am Mary McLeod Bethune building a great college for my people, using orange crates for desks.
And I am Bel Kaufman struggling to go Up The Down Staircase.
The names of those who have practiced my profession ring like a hall of fame for humanity ...
Booker T. Washington, Buddha, Confucius, Ralp Waldo Emerson, Leo Buscaglia, Moses and Jesus.
I am also those whose names and faces have long been forgotten but whose lessons and character
will always be remembered in the accomplishment of their students.
I have wept for joy at their weddings of former students, laughed with glee at the birth of their children
and stood with bowed in grief and confusion by graves dug too soon far too young.
Throughout the course of a day I have been called upon to be an actor, friend, nurse and doctor,
coach, finder of lost articles, money lender, taxi driver, psychologist, substitute parent,
salesman, politician and keeper of the faith.
Despite the maps, charts, formulas, verbs, stories and books,
I have really had nothing to teach, for my students really have only themselves to learn,
and I know it takes the whole world to tell you who you are.
I am a paradox. I speak loudest when I listen the most.
My greatest gifts are in what I am willing to appreciatively receive from my students.
Material wealth is not one of my goals,
but I am a full-time treasure seeker in my quest for new opportunities for my students to use their talents
and in my constant search for those talents that sometimes lie buried in self-defeat.
I am the most fortunate of all who labour.
A doctor is allowed to usher life into the world in one magic moment.
I am allowed to see that life is reborn each day with new questions, ideas and friendships.
An architect knows if he builds with care, his structure may stand for centuries.
A teacher knows that if he builds with love and truth, what he builds will last forever.
I am a warrior, daily doing battle against peer pressure, negativity, fear, conformity, prejudice, ignorance and apathy.
But I have great allies: Intelligence, Curiosity, Parental Support, Individuality, Creativity, Faith,
Love and Laughter all rush to my banner with indomitable support.
And who do I have to thank for this wonderful life I am so fortunate to experience, but you the public, the parents.
For you have done me the great honour to entrust to me your greatest contribution to eternity, your children.
And so I have a past that is rich in memories.
I have a present that is challenging, adventurous and fun because I am allowed to spend my days with the future.

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CLASSROOM RIDDLES
What is warm an fuzzy and has four arms?
A hug!

What is only inches long but contains a mile?
A smile!

What is higly contagious but incredibly healthy?
Laughter!

What is inexpensive to give but priceless to receive?
Love!
THIS IS MY FAVORITE INSPIRATIONAL POEM. THIS IS DEDICATED TO THE AWESOME TEAM OF INSTRUCTORS I WORK WITH DAILY AT HEALD COLLEGE HAYWARD. THEY ARE AN INSPIRATION EVERYDAY.
EACH OF YOU ARE PART MY FAMILY AND CONSIDERED MY FRIENDS
  • TEACHERS

  • You are the molders of their dreams.
  • The gods who build or crush their
  • young beliefs of right or wrong.
  • You are the spark that sets aflame the
  • poet’s hand or lights the flame
  • in some great singer’s song.
  • You are the gods of young—the very young.
  • You are the guardian of a million dreams.
  • Your every smile or frown can heal or pierce a heart.
  • Yours are one hundreds lives—one thousand lives.
  • Yours is the pride of loving them, the sorrow too.
  • Your patient work, your touch, make you the god of hope
  • That fills their souls with dreams,
  • and make those dreams come true.

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