One week at a time...
Over the last little bit of my student teaching experience I have chosen to write what happened that day. Unfortunately, as things have picked up I have forgotten to write. Instead of every day, I will be writing weekly.
This week was long and tough to say the least. This was a combination of horrible sleep patterns, long nights of planning, and hours upon hours of grading. I have concluded after spending more than 10hours a day at my school planning that teachers work more than anyone would believe. Teaching takes more time, planning and commitment than people think. Students come in with all kinds of problems, issues, and things that impact them at home that I then deal with during the day. This “deal with” mentality isn’t one I say with spite. Its something that I love to do. Honestly I live to do it.
Reminding me of a great poem of truth about teachers here you go!
-I AM THE MOST FORTUNATE OF MEN-
I am that most fortunate of men for I am eternal.
Others live merely in the world of today;I live in the world of tomorrow.
Others find purpose in the transient and the temporal;
I find meaning in the enduring and the eternal.
For I am charged with that most sacred mission -
to transmit all that our forebears lived for, loved for,and died for to the next generation.I span the generations -
making the wisdom of the past live now so that the future will have meaning.
I make wisdom live, for I am no mere bearer of knowledge.
I do not simply teach the mind;I reach the heart and -
when I reach the heart; I touch the soul.To those who say
two generations hence what will I be
if not a distant memory, I respond:
Though the mind fades, memories linger.
Though the body fails, the spirit prevails.
Though the scroll burns, the letters dance in the air.
By Rabbi Zev Schostak













