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Pointing the Way |
My 11th grade English Lit teacher was a man by the name of Mr. Worrell. For those who actually liked English Literature, he was a treasure. For those who weren't so happy about memorizing dozens of lengthy poems, "treasure" wasn't the word most commonly used about him. Every month, he'd hand out the list of poems to be memorized and, while most of my classmates groaned and complained, I eagerly scanned the titles to see which ones I already knew. As a friend pointed out at the time, "It's fine for you, you already know half the poems ever written, you spend most of your time reading..." (here she assumed a look of complete and utter bewilderment) "...for fun." |
I don't think, even after all these years, I've managed to memorize half of the world's poetry, but she was right about me spending an inordinate amount of time with my head stuck in a book. (Then and now, too.) So, to me, Mr. Worrell - who taught with a passion only someone born to be a teacher could - was an absolute joy. The other day (head stuck in a book, as usual), I ran across a poem by Matthew Arnold. The lines took me back to 11th grade English Lit and to Mr. Worrell: |
"An eager teacher seized my youth, pruned my faith and trimmed my fire; Showed me the high, bright star of truth, there bade me gaze...and there aspire." This page is dedicated to the teachers, the ones who face each day with optimism, passion and determination. The ones who point the way to the stars. The ones who care. -- Nancy |
A teacher who can arouse a feeling for one single poem accomplishes more than he who fills our memory with rows of objects, classified with name and form. -- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe |
Anyone can tell students what is expected of them. A teacher, though - a true teacher - awakens a student's own expectations. -- Patricia Neal |
Education is more effective when its purpose is to ensure that, by the time they leave school, students know how much they do not know and are imbued with a lifelong desire to know it. -- William Haley |
Teaching is the profession that teaches all the other professions. -- Author Unknown |
We look back with appropriate appreciation to the brilliant teacher, but with warm gratitude to the teacher who touched our human feelings. -- Carl Jung |
The task of the excellent teacher is to stimulate ordinary people to unusual effort. -- Patricia Cross |
A teacher can never tell where his or her influence will end. -- Henry Adams |
Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire. -- William Butler Yeats |
Teachers use themselves as bridges, over which they invite their students to cross; then, having facilitated their crossing, joyfully collapse, after they have encouraged their students to create bridges of their own. -- Nikos Kazantzakis |