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-Blaming Our Teachers –
By Brittany Casstevens
I see so many posts online bad-mouthing schools, institutes, and the teachers that work there. Sadly from all ages. I think it’s a serious lack of good character and flat out nonsensical that people can comfortably sit back and blame the school system for our mishaps and regression in life.
By the way it doesn’t take a teacher to teach, for us to learn.
If you want to blame someone for you not being able to find a job, not balancing a paycheck properly, or delivering child support for a kid that you are uncertain is your own.. Blame yourself.
All too often we feel sorry for ourselves, when in fact if we listened to that little voice in our head during the heat of the moment we’d be lightyears ahead of where we currently are.
I feel true sorrow for my fellow teachers who stay up over-night to study for strenuous exams and graduate with a required degree in which reflects understanding and application of educating our students. Only for some, not all, despicably ungrateful and selfish individuals to mock the very words they sweat to share with us.
These “soldiers” have some of the hardest underpaid positions. They make a tremendous sacrifice, in order to teach our upcoming children and college students essential information as they mature and prepare for the “real world.”
Oh you don’t find showing up for Physics at eight am essential to your career interest? Well, let’s focus less on the information you may or may not use later and more on the discipline.
-The will it takes you to rise in a mood capable of accepting information.
-The car/transportation provided to get you there.
-The courage it takes to walk to the front and share your thoughts with your peers.
-The strength it takes to overcome their responses.
-The patience it takes when your teacher gives you a B on a project you felt you gave an A effort.
-The teacher who showed up to share knowledge and understanding with you, often from their own well-prepared interpretation.
Before you rant about skipping class just think a moment to yourself, “If I skip a CEC (that’s continuing education course) with my future job will I still qualify for a promotion or raise? Will they still acknowledge my other assets I bring to the table?” You better believe the buck does not stop with a degree. And being a great volleyball teammate will not guarantee you work. Does that Physics class still feel pointless?
Even our teachers are still in a learning process. Most educational faculty or staff stay late with their students or come early grading papers to seek and try new strategic ways of teaching; so that their students can have a fighting chance at being someone spectacular in life, regardless of their upbringing.
Some dedicate their entire life in seeing our children of misfortune and limited opportunity succeed. Who cares if they get it right every time? How can we not show appreciation for such a dedication to our ever-changing world?
Sure there are occasionally a few bad apples that should have landed in a different bucket, but what area of life doesn’t have them? This teaches our children/students balance and systematic learning.
How dare us blame our school system full of such hard working dynamic individuals who often have no one to turn to when things go wrong? Who often are shot down when they stand up to faulty policies? And don’t even get me started on the saints working with special needs. There is truly no bigger heart of gold than those tucked in the back of the building in the narrow and quiet corridor with up to twenty students at a time.
Newsflash – teachers are not meant to parent or babysit – if it’s not taught at home don’t blame the soldiers on the frontline in favor of your child’s education.
Blame your spoiled and lazy irresponsible child that you refuse to accept could be wrong.
Do not expect the government or school system to raise your child for you. Regardless of your situation, use the help that is given and move on with life.
Take some freaking responsibility for your society and your own commitment.
Is your child staying up watching Miley Cyrus and tweeting pics of their favorite twerk video instead of researching colleges? Do they have 12,000 followers?
Are you eating at the table like a family should desire to or are you releasing your teen to be on FB during family qt?
Are you monitoring their social life?
Do you even know what they are studying? How much freedom should we give our teens?
I know what many of you are thinking. Where do I fit into all this as I have no children?
A bit harsh, as I know some parents truly can’t be there.
Well I fit in greatly. I don’t have to be a parent, I was a child and a hell-raising teen. There is too much to be done on our end before we blame anyone else. I grew up with the best my parents could give me.
My Mother raised me mostly on her own working at night and did whatever it took to make sure I brought home good grades. Sure I could wish she were around more, but it was ultimately my own decision to succeed. She taught me dedication and work ethic at a very young age.
My Pops, while incarcerated used to mail me tips from jail on how to not end up where he was. Imagine that Christmas card and family pic by the tree. The man is a genius who dropped out of school at fourteen. He was stabbed in the heart and almost died. His life was spared but his lack of education has served as a barrier his entire life. He taught me commitment and the quality of true friendship.
Do I hate him for not being there? No I thank him.
My stepdad was around at times and he genuinely cared for me, but I was already grown and didn’t accept the value of life he gave me until later. He taught me patience.
While I still managed to be spoiled and mighty hard headed in my own way, life as a child taught me motivation.
School taught me balance and structure. Teachers taught me authority and respect.
Many of my teachers did not have confirmation but could imagine life at home for me was rough. I showed them my desire to learn and they never once kept me from achieving my goals. They may have judged me at times, but when they saw I would not give up they made way.
I spent a few years trying to cut corners, but God saw to it daily to teach me a lesson. Why? Because as a very young firecracker I made a decision to learn. And it wasn’t easy.
Medically labeled bipolar, ADD, suffering from PTSD you name it. By thirteen, I knew I was all kinds of screwed up but could tell you every symptom and side effect positioned with my alleged disability. I could even perceive in others who possibly struggled as well.
I switched many schools and classrooms but still managed to stay on Honor Roll. Doctors refused to medicate me. I continued to drive teachers insane. But they didn’t give up on me.
I remember being eleven years old and witnessing the likes of a swat team swing into my bedroom window as if they were Tarzan’s entourage. Try that one for an imaginative article.
I went back to school on Monday angry. Hurt. Depressed. Confused. I wrote about it in a paper for English and spent a week in ISS for disorderly conduct.
I could have hated my teachers.
My Mother could have cried to the news, ranted on the internet (yes, it existed then) or worse taken me from school. But she comforted me, loved me, and told my ass to get back in the classroom and pay attention to the magic school bus that would drive me out of my black hole.
I didn’t always listen and spent many times in detention, juvy, and even jail. I remember debates with my teachers to the point of a letter sent home stating, “I was too busy trying to teach the class to actually learn anything.” This very well could have been true.
We all go through our phases of shut-down, for whatever reason. Some much worse than mine. However, it is unfair to blame our teachers for our unwillingness to grow and overcome.
I tell you eighteen years later, I still remember my third grade teacher who imprinted self-belief on my heart, told me I should be a lawyer. And in ninth grade a teacher not so uplifting told me I’d amount to teen pregnancy. She taught me determination.
Both were words that carried me through the hardest times in my life.
I am thankful for all teachers, good, bad, and indifferent. It takes a supernatural level of patience to be a teacher.
In conclusion, never blame those sent here to teach us. They may show you something you’ll never use or something you will fight to disprove. But if you look close enough either way you will learn.. Something.
Blaming them does not change our outcome only the generation to follow.
Get up. Get out. Get over yourself. Peace.
© Brittany Casstevens and bCompelledtowrite, 01/09/2014
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