Overworked and Underappreciated: Life of a Teacher

Most of our time during our childhood is spent in the care of others due to routines of life that one must go through in order to be “successful”. One of this is going to school. We learn basic concepts needed to understand the world around us as well as life lessons that teach us to be better people. But rarely if ever, do we give a moments thought about the people who help us during that process in our life. The people who shaped us to who we are today. The people who loved us when we were young and unknowing of the world.

I know that not every teacher one meets will be a great person. Admittedly, there are quite a number of teachers who do not fulfill their job to their potential, and expecting all to be of that high standard, in my opinion is unrealistic. Most of the process that is used to hire teachers are unregulated thus leading to the hire of unskilled teachers. But when you meet a teacher who is capable and great, I assure you your life will change.

“Those who educate children well are more to be honored than they who produce them; for these only gave them life, those the art of living well.”
Aristotle (Tutor of Alexander the Great)

Throughout my learning career, I can safely say I have been blessed enough to meet quite a few great teachers. People who have nurtured me to who I am today. People who inspired me to pursue my dreams and strive to become the best. These are the teachers that make heroes of the world, People who sow the seeds with care so that they reap greatness. Yet most of us go through learning without giving a second thought to their condition. The hours upon hours that they spend perfecting a course, delivering the best of lectures. The midnight oil that they burn to mark our papers and provide us with feedback. All of this and so much more for merely nothing in compensation. We see occasional protests by teachers who have gone through such things, being unrecognized for their efforts from a government unwilling to compensate them for their service.

These are just some of the problems that teachers face on a daily basis. You might think to yourself that there is nothing you can do about it, to which I will say nay. There are a multitude of things that you as a student can do to make their work easier and more fulfilling. One thing is paying attention to their work. It sound like something too obvious but most of the time we spend talking to our friends and playing with our mobile devices even during a class session. When you pay attention in class, it signifies you respect the work that the teacher does thus in turn helping recognize their efforts. Another thing that I do especially is thank them after every lecture. A simple thank you. Might not seem much but I have seen many a teacher affected by it. Teachers who go from class to class repeating that same lecture become tired like anyone else would. But when you recognize their work with a simple thank you their faces light up. Knowing that a whole class appreciates the work they do is what makes it worth it.

So next time you see a teacher from years back, or tomorrow in your next class, think of what they go through in their work. Thank them for their contributions. Make a difference no matter how minuscule it may seem.The journey of a thousand miles start with a single step. And another and another until t accumulates to your destination. So practice these small deeds knowing that one day it can make a massive change.

via Daily Post: Overworked


One thought on “Overworked and Underappreciated: Life of a Teacher

  1. I appreciate the teachers I had that were good. They were always good despite the school, not because of it.

    Schools are very imaged-based, and proud. They like to stand out as really very good schools, but teachers will never be recognized. Good teachers actually have to forsake their own job to do what they showed up to do; they have to put it seconds.

    Schools dont exist for the students, or for a good education. They *never* do– any more than Xerox exists to sell you printers. Xerox exists to sell you toner and ink cartridges. Television uses programming to sell viewers to advertisers.

    Schools exist primarily to shoehorn free-thinking children into a mold that fits a predominantly corporate society. Call me a hippie, I don’t really care; this explains schools just fine, and “Education” doesn’t. A good education is a bi-product of schooling.

    No one really likes being shoehorned into a role. They like praise, they like the trappings of achievement; there are incentives to do well at being shoehorned, but no one likes this about school. Teachers are NOT there for this reason– they go in to teach.

    In the long run, you have teachers that resent and students that resent. And you make do with the fact that some teachers (and students) are really excellent and wonderful, even under the horrible circumstances of being stuck in a system that absolutely pretends to be for their own good, rather than someone else’s.

    I have no trouble appreciating the good teachers I had under such a regime. But they will always be unappreciated, because school itself does not engender gratitude. It engenders bitterness, because everyone knows how much of their time was wasted due to the fact that schools exist neither for the students or the teachers.

    The good teachers I had, knew this. They neither brought it up, nor denied it. We were locked up together, but they know and I know that reluctantly, they were the guards and we were the prisoners. I also know that isn’t what they signed up for. They were as suckered as we were. After all, in this world we’ve built– everyone is a prisoner. Some just have a nicer stay than others. The more you feel, the worse it could be for you– so I hardly envy them now.

    You find a more complete explanation for why teacher appreciation isn’t up there with Mother’s and Father’s days. Family is organic, teachers and students are organic, but school is plastic, and moldy. The best excuse for failing to appreciate your teachers? You don’t ever want to go back to that time in your life ever again. But thank you– I know you did your best, and yes it counts for a lot, and yes it helped, despite everything else. It simply shouldn’t have taken place when and how it did– not in this lifetime, and not ever. It’s no place for humanity, school isn’t.

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