Modern cynics and skeptics… see no harm in paying those to whom they entrust the minds of their children a smaller wage than is paid to those to whom they entrust the care of their plumbing.
John F. Kennedy
Hi all, it is another one of those days for me. Last night I attended a reception held by one of my favorite professional theatre groups, The Actors Theatre of Indiana (ATI) where they announced the shows they will produce next season. If you live in Central Indiana do yourself a favor and go to http://www.actorstheatreofindiana.org/currentseason.php?DOC_INST=6 and signup to see their current production of Godspell. I saw the show last Sunday and I thought it was great. The studio theater where it is performed provides a unique intimate connection between the audience and the performers and in this case the results added a new and powerful dimension to the show. That was due in no small part to an outstanding cast that were allowed by the Los Angeles based director to add amazing strength to the performance by their facial expressions and gestures. So my friends give yourself the gift of a morality refresher course while having a memorable evening in the theatre.
Today I am off to exercise and then meeting with the Indiana Humanities Commission to see how we can spread some enrichment opportunities to our seniors. I am excited by the chance we have to bring some new cultural experiences to folks who always want to learn more.
With that being said I now have run out of time so here is what I published on February 15, 2005
The dinner guests were sitting around the table discussing life. One man, a CEO, 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 that it’s true what they say about Teachers: “Those who can…do. Those who can’t, teach.”
To corroborate, he said to another guest: “You’re a teacher, Susan. Be honest. What do you make?”
Susan, who had a reputation of honesty and frankness, replied, “You want to know what I make? “I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.” “I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional Medal of Honor and an A- feel like a slap in the face if the student did not do his or her very best.” “I can make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall in absolute silence.” “I can make parents tremble in fear when I call home”
You want to know what I make?” “I make kids wonder.” “I make them question.” “I make them criticize.” “I make them apologize and mean it.” “I make them write.” “I make them read, read, read.” “I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, and definitely beautiful over and over and over again, until they will never misspell either one of those words again.” “I make them show all their work in math and hide it all on their final drafts in English.”
“I make them understand that if you have the brains, then follow your heart…and if someone ever tries to judge you by what you make, you pay them no attention.” You want to know what I make?” “I make a difference.”
When I first read this I thought of the many times my youngest daughter bought hundreds of dollars worth of supplies for the classroom where she taught. I remembered how teachers have told me how angry parents get with the teacher if a child needs help and how they view the schools primary purpose is to be custodians and baby sitters. I thought about how so many of my generation have failed to support investing in education, ignoring the fact that these students will control their world tomorrow. I thought about how we have cut physical and health education at the very time there is an epidemic of childhood obesity in order to save money. We seem to be willing to pay billions later to support a population suffering from diabetes and heart disease, rather than spend little now.
I worry about children who are only exposed to reading, writing, and arithmetic, who are expert at passing tests, but miss the joy that can come from the art, music, literature, and the beauty of life.
The other day I was waited on by a middle school English teacher who had to work at the restaurant to make ends meet. Her goal is to be able to teach high school English Literature someday if only she can find a place to do it. I hope for the sake of those she would teach that she has the opportunity to use her gifts.
Our futures, yours and mine, are in the hands of these teachers of the next generation of citizens. Many make great personal sacrifices in order to do what they do, they deserve better. At a minimum they deserve our respect, gratitude, and most of all our support. So to those of you who are teachers, thanks for all you do, you may not hear it often but many do care.
We must view young people not as empty bottles to be filled, but as candles to be lit.
Robert H. Shaffer
Asked by his third-grade teacher to spell “straight.” The boy did so correctly.
“Now,” said the teacher, “what does it mean?”
“Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.”
Rabbi Bloom caught two of his rabbinical students gambling and drinking on Sabbath. Next day, Rabbi Bloom called them into his office and asked them what was going on. They immediately confessed to having given in to weakness and agreed that they deserved some form of punishment for their sin. Rabbi Bloom thought a lot about this and then came up with the answer. He bought two bags of dried peas from the delicatessen and told them, “Put these in your shoes and walk on them for a week to remind yourselves how hard life can be when you turn away from God.”
A few days later, the two students met each other in the street. One had a pronounced limp and had dark circles under his eyes. He looked very tired and weary. On the other hand, the other was the same as he had been before. “Hey,” said the first. “How is it that you are walking so easily? Didn’t you do as the Rabbi asked and put the peas in your shoes?”
“I did,” said the other.
“But I boiled mine first.”
We’ve all heard “Laughter is the best medicine.”
Lately I’m not so sure. If that were really true, wouldn’t the medical profession have found a way by now to charge us for it?
A man decides to take the opportunity while his wife is away to paint the toilet seat. The wife comes home sooner than expected, sits, and gets the seat stuck to her rear. She is understandably distraught about this and asks her husband to drive her to the doctor. She puts on a large overcoat so as to cover the stuck seat, and they go. When they get to the doctor’s, the man lifts his wife’s coat to show their predicament. The man asks, “Doctor, have you ever seen anything like this before?” “Well, yes,” the doctor replies, “but not framed like that.”
Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood.
Stay well, do good work, and have fun.
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