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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.
What makes a good teacher?
A Young student might say that a good teacher or best tutor is someone who provides pupils with fun activities, entertainment and gives very little homework. Nevertheless, after gaining experience and a sense of responsibility with the passage of time, their perspective may change.
By home tutors in Lahore5 years ago in Education
Let's Talk About Becoming an ESL Tutor!
So this is a bit of info for you to delve into before deciding to teach/tutor English as a second language. I have some in person experience tutoring ESL (English as a Second Language). I decided back in early January of 2021 to go online and see if it could replace my current income.
By Becky Howell5 years ago in Education
American History
Columbus leads Europeans to explore New World Columbus headed directly west and started the 'Geographic Revolution'. (Term on blackboard) On October 12, 1492, landed what called San Salvador - now Watling's Island in the Bahamas. After several attempts, he still believed that he failed in his goals and died in 1506. Vasco Nunez de Balboa discovered a new ocean in 1513 as he starts across the Isthmus of Panama. (The teacher shows the students or have them locate on a map the Isthmus of Panama.) Balboa is seeking gold that Indians tell him that lies in the west. He is led through a hot forest and many hardships and finally at the foot of a mountain catches a glimpse of the 'South Sea' now the Pacific Ocean.
By Mark Graham5 years ago in Education
Stress Reduction Tips for Secondary School Teachers
My life in education began at the ripe old age of five. On a sunny, late-summer, prairie day in September, 1958 I was preparing to enter a school building for the very first time. As I recall, I was afraid for my life, but my mother assured me, as I climbed into the family Chevy, that this was something that everyone did and that it would be the first day of the greatest adventure on which I would ever embark. She held my hand as she pulled me out of the car and ushered me up the worn wooden steps into, what I later learned was, a vestibule – a word I have never forgotten and that is now as synonymous with education for me as any of the thousands of others I have studied in my decades in the business. Anyway, the vestibule spilled into my first ever classroom, which seemed like an airport hanger in size, covered with color and pictures and charts and blackboards and alphabets (though I didn’t know what an alphabet was at the time). I met new earth people like Wendy Gill and Jordy Merrick and Ivalee Nayko and Donnie Wilson. Donnie Wilson was on his second tour of duty in Grade One, so he was the go-to guy whenever I needed important information about what was going on. Anyway, I have been pretty much going to school ever since – almost 60 years – and my mother was right. It has been a most excellent adventure. I finished high school in 1970 and then went on to University where I obtained my B.S. (and everyone knows what B.S. stands for). I then left the school system for awhile and farmed but during that time, I took courses in coaching and in agricultural production so really, I was continuing a formal education as well as taking part in the whole experiential process of farming. After seven years on the farm, I returned to university a second time and I got another type of B.S. Many of my friends referred to it as simply a finer form of the original B.S. Feeling that regular B.S. was not enough, I went on to garner my M.S. which as you may or may not know, stands for More of the Same. Many years later I completed my PH.D. which stands for the fact that the B.S. was Piled Higher and Deeper!! Regardless, I was by now a true advocate of formal education at any level. I longed for school and the school environment whenever I was away from it. I yearned for the smell of classrooms and gymnasiums, the magic of the first day in autumn and the relief and sense of freedom that came with the last day in June. I have loved over 3500 Fridays and fought depression through nearly the same number of Mondays. School has become and always will remain a grand part of who I am. But, with all that wonder and amazement also comes a great deal of stress from time to time. The stress of heavy responsibility; the stress that comes when it is time for supervisory evaluation; the stress of job security; the stress of constantly managing student behavior as superiors and colleagues dictate it should be managed. It is difficult to control these stressors because they are often out of our control and within the pay-grades of some administrator or supervisor working great distances from the front lines of educational realism. The stress of marking student work and reporting student progress, however, may be within our wheelhouse of control, simply because we are often allowed to put a bit of our signature on these practices from time to time. And with these thoughts of teacher stress resulting from marking and reporting of student work and progress, I now address the causes and remedies of such in the essay that follows.
By John Oliver Smith5 years ago in Education
Dr Todd's comedy turn
Dr Todd (not his real name) was a senior lecturer at a college in the South of England that trained teachers for both primary and secondary schools. One of his roles was therefore to visit students in schools as they underwent their teaching practice, with a view to assessing their progress. So that is what he was doing on a sunny morning in February at a primary school somewhere in West Sussex.
By John Welford5 years ago in Education
Stumping Miz Grammar
If anyone would have ever told me that one day I would be teaching grammar to a micro-class of 8th graders in a remote one-room schoolhouse in an isolated community that is only accessible by boat or floatplane, I would laughed. Maybe even scoffed and said, “Yeah, right.”
By Kennedy Farr5 years ago in Education
The Red Suspenders
The Red Suspenders (as it was told to me) Some names in this true story have been altered to save embarrassment * One of my first teaching job out of college was something else. More than thirty years later it is still talked about. I took a job at a little country school in a rural North Florida county--you know the type, about 30 miles beyond sunset--the kind of place where the school board member, with his third-grade education, wanted to hire Perry Mason to represent them. When the time change came each year, you set your watch back one hour and one century. Good hearted folks mostly but trying to work with that school board was kind of like trying to herd cats with a stick while calling a square dance for hippos--you just cannot do it. Ah yes, but there was some good times, too. To this day, I can take credit for really introducing a few country kids to the real joys of learning, researching and clear thinking. One of them, let us not call his name, though its David, is the Superintendent of Education down there now--doing an exceptionally fine job, too.
By William L. Truax III5 years ago in Education
An Ode to the School Mom
Moms. We all have them. Those of us who were privileged enough to have our mothers in our lives know the immense support and comfort in a mother's presence; the advice, the late-night phone calls, the money sent here and there without being requested.
By Janis Ross5 years ago in Education
Dear Miss. Top Story - March 2021.
Dear Miss, my High School Teacher. Thank you for seeing me. Years too late, these words come together to help me express myself in a way I thought I would never feel strong enough to. You called yourself just a teacher, as if you were nothing more than another leaf falling from a tree in Autumn. You stood in front of the class as if it were your calling in life- treating each student as a precious and beautiful example of what a dedicated teacher can do to shape a young life. I stand here today as an example of your dedication to your profession and to each student, your touch on my life forever entwined into my personality, my spirit and the ever-changing person I am.
By Michelle Fowler5 years ago in Education
