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I am more than a teacher — are you?

December 25, 2008 · 5 Comments

I used to have a podcast that was simply a “stream of consciousness.”  I might have a concise thought to start with, but where the podcast would go or end up was anyone’s guess.  This post kind of reminds me of that podcast.  It’s a very rough series of four connected ideas.  It all started with the thought “I am more than a teacher.” 

I am more than a teacher.  I am a parent to 100 kids.  Some kids don’t want to hear that, and some parents do not want to hear that.  The fact is, I am with my students more than many of their parents on any weekday.  I am with them more hours during the day than I am with my own children. Whether they like it or not, I will treat them as though they are my children…and I tell them so. 

A couple of hundred years ago in New England this would not have been the case.  Children would have been in constant contact with their parents.  They would have been working side-by-side with them.  Family, rather than school, would have been the primary socializer in kids’ lives.  The rules of social behavior would have matched the families’ belief system that existed in the community.  Growing up was a slow progression towards gaining “adult skills,” both social and mechanical.  School was dispersed of when the child was capable of more valuable work on the farm.  The school master was there only to check on the students’ progress in reading, writing, and math.  Everything else was left to the family, and the community. ‘Growing up” was a continuous process which slowly phased into off farm work and independence for the males, and one that ended a bit more abruptly for females when they got married and left their family.  There were no grades, graduations, or ceremonies to make the transition from one stage to another.

My kids get bounced from teacher to teacher each year.  During the day they get bounced from teacher to teacher every 50 minutes.  How many minutes a day do they spend with their parents? Not in the same house, but “with” them.   If it was more than 50 minutes I would be surprised, nothing wrong with the parents, just a reality check.

So for 50 minutes each day I am their dad whether they like it or not.  Whether I like it or not.  With that comes the acceptance that I teach life first, content second.  I embrace it.  I wonder how kids will be “socialized” when they really do not have a constant adult in their life, or if they have an adult in their class that is only interested in dumping content into their souls?  Do they end up socializing themselves?  

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  •   Delaine Zody // Dec 25th 2008 at 12:12 pm

    My students, few of whom have fathers, need male teachers like you.

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  •   Linda George // Dec 25th 2008 at 12:52 pm

    What a thought-provoking post! Coincidentally, after I had started to comment on your post, my sister-in-law called from Florida. She teaches 3rd grade. We were sharing stories and she mentioned how she felt like a parent to all her kiddos. I smiled and thought of your post. Thank you!

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  •   TeachJ // Dec 25th 2008 at 4:05 pm

    Especially in non-core subjects, I feel we teach the “other” education – how to be a decent human being and how to work with other humans. A number of my former students have told me that they see me as a close family friend or uncle, rather than a teacher. It is not a role I seek, but it is a role we must play if we want our students to really grow up, not just older.

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  •   Charlie A. Roy // Dec 25th 2008 at 5:56 pm

    Great post. We stress with all of our new teachers that twenty years from now the odds of our students remembering what you taught are pretty remote. They will however remember “who” you are. Good teachers not only know their content and pedagogy but they are individually people worth emulating. I want a school full of teachers like you.

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  •   Pat // Dec 26th 2008 at 7:13 am

    Being a special ed teacher, I sometimes taught my high schoolers for 4 years (or more if they failed or stayed until they were 21). Many were living with grandparents or relatives so I was often called “Ma.” When they would call my home, they would leave a message on my answering machine that said, “Ma, call me back. This is….” My husband would always tell me that my “son” or “daughter” called! LOL I would cry when they graduated right along with their parents (who knew me on a first name basis) and I still keep in touch with many of them (because we are family, right?)

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