I Didn't Know

I didn't know that years of school and a college degree would be of little consolation when facing a room full of bright little eyes on the first day of school. I thought I was ready...
I didn't know that five minutes can seem like five hours when there is idle time and an eight hour school day far too short for a well-planned day of teaching.
I didn't know that teaching children was only a fraction of my job. No one tells you about the conferences and phone calls, faculty meetings and committees, paperwork and paperwork...
I didn't know that it took so long to cut out letters, draw and color pictures, laminate-all for those bulletin boards that were always "just there"...
I didn't know that I would become such a scavenger, and that teaching materials would feel like pure gold in my hands...
I didn't know that an administration and co-workers that support and help you could make such a difference...
I didn't know that there would be children that I loved and cared for and stayed up late worrying about, who, one day, would simply not show up. And that I would never see them again...
I didn't know that I can't always dry little tears and mend broken hearts. I thought I could always make a difference...
I didn't know that the sound of children's laughter could drown out the sound of all the world's sadness...
I didn't know that children could feel so profoundly. A broken heart knows no age.
I didn't know that a single "yes ma'am" from a disrespectful child or a note in my desk that says "You're the best!" could make me feel like I'm on top of a mountain and forget the valleys I forged to get there...
I never knew that after one year of teaching I would feel so much wiser, more tired, sadder and happier, all at once.
And that I would no longer call teaching my job, but my privilege

"What did you do at school today ?"
And the answer they give makes you sigh with dismay.
"Nothing, I did nothing today!"
Perhaps nothing means that I played with blocks,
Or counted to ten, or sorted some rocks.
Maybe I painted a picture of red and blue.
Or heard a story of a mouse that flew.
Maybe I watched the fish eat today,
Or went outside on the swings to play.
Maybe today was the first time
That my scissors followed a very straight line.
Maybe I sang a song from beginning to end,
Or played with a special, brand new friend.
When you're in Kindergarten
and your heart has wings,
"Nothing" can mean so many, many things.

Música usada para reflexão em Hora de Estudos com os professores

Amor pra recomeçar
Frejat
Composição: Frejat/Mauricio Barros/Mauro Sta. Cecília



Eu te desejo

Não parar tão cedo

Pois toda idade tem

Prazer e medo...

E com os que erram

Feio e bastante

Que você consiga

Ser tolerante...

Quando você ficar triste

Que seja por um dia

E não o ano inteiro

E que você descubra

Que rir é bom

Mas que rir de tudo

É desespero...

Desejo!

Que você tenha a quem amar

E quando estiver bem cansado

Ainda, exista amor

Prá recomeçar

Prá recomeçar...

Eu te desejo muitos amigos

Mas que em um

Você possa confiar

E que tenha até

Inimigos

Prá você não deixar

De duvidar...

Quando você ficar triste

Que seja por um dia

E não o ano inteiro

E que você descubra

Que rir é bom

Mas que rir de tudo

É desespero...

Desejo!

Que você tenha a quem amar

E quando estiver bem cansado

Ainda, exista amor

Prá recomeçar

Prá recomeçar...

Eu desejo!

Que você ganhe dinheiro


Pois é preciso


Viver também


E que você diga a ele


Pelo menos uma vez


Quem é mesmo


O dono de quem...

Desejo!

Que você tenha a quem amar

E quando estiver bem cansado

Ainda, exista amor

Prá recomeçar...




Eu desejo!

Que você tenha a quem amar

E quando estiver bem cansado

Ainda, exista amor

Prá recomeçar

Prá recomeçar

Prá recomeçar...

To sir with love

The Teacher


The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO of a large company, decided to explain the problem with education. He argued, "What's a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?" He reminded the other dinner guests what they say about teachers: "Those who can, do. Those who can't, teach." To stress his point he said to another guest; "You're a teacher, Bonnie. Be honest. What do you make?"
Bonnie, who had a reputation for honesty and frankness replied, "You want to know what I make?" (She paused for a second, then began...)
"Well, I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could. I make a C+ feel like a Medal of Honour. I make kids sit through 40 minutes of class time when their parents can't make them sit for 5 without an I Pod, Game Cube or movie rental. You want to know what I make?" (She paused again and looked at each and every person at the table.)
''I make kids wonder. I make them ask questions. I make them apologize and mean it. I make them have respect and take responsibility for their actions. I teach them to write and then I make them write. Keyboarding isn't everything. I make them read, read, read. I make them show all their work in math. They use their God given brain, not the man-made calculator.
I make my students from other countries learn everything they need to know in English while preserving their unique cultural identity. I make my classroom a place where all my students feel safe.
I make my students stand and sing O Canada every morning, because we live in this great country called Canada. Finally, I make them understand that if they use the gifts they were given, work hard, and follow their hearts, they can succeed in life."
(Bonnie paused one last time and then continued.)
"Then, when people try to judge me by what I make, with me knowing money isn't everything, I can hold my head up high and pay no attention because they are ignorant... You want to know what I make? I MAKE A DIFFERENCE. What do you make Mr. CEO?"


THIS IS WORTH SENDING TO EVERY TEACHER YOU KNOW.
Even all your personal teachers like mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, grandparents.

“Todo conhecimento começa num sonho. O conhecimento nada mais é que a aventura
pelo mar desconhecido, em busca da terra sonhada. Mas sonhar é coisa que não
ensina. Brota das profundezas da terra. Como mestre só posso então lhe dizer uma
coisa: Conte-me seus sonhos para que sonhemos juntos”.
(Rubem Alves)

As crianças aprendem o que vivem.

AS CRIANÇAS APRENDEM O QUE VIVEM
Se as crianças vivem em meio a críticas, aprenderão a condenar.Se as crianças vivem em meio à hostilidade, aprenderão a brigar.
Se as crianças vivem sendo ridicularizadas, irão se tornar tímidas.Se as crianças vivem com vergonha, aprenderão o sentimento de culpa.
Se as crianças vivem onde há incentivo, aprenderão a confiança.Se as crianças vivem onde ocorre a tolerância, aprenderão a paciência.
Se as crianças vivem onde há elogios, aprenderão a apreciação.Se as crianças vivem onde há aceitação, aprenderão a amar.
Se as crianças vivem onde há aprovação, aprenderão a gostar de si mesmos.Se as crianças vivem onde há honestidade, aprenderão a veracidade.
Se as crianças vivem com segurança, aprenderão a crer em si mesmas e naqueles que as rodeiam.
Se as crianças vivem em um ambiente de amizade, aprenderão que o mundo é um lugar bom para se viver.
(Dorothy Law Nolte)