Well, this may very well be the last update for quite a while. For those of you not entirely in the loop I’m going to be a don in one of the university residences this semester. I think this will be a lot of fun and really rewarding in the end, but that doesn’t stop the fact that training starts tomorrow and I have a few things to still finish up before then. Managed to get in a decent amount of hours these last two weeks at work though, I’m still not sure if I want to go more so towards trying to pay next tuition myself or OSAP it. I have a feeling I have to figure this out soon, because too much more and they’ll be huge asses and decline me again; Anyway.
I’m now moved into my new place, it’s pretty nice, I’m going to try to grab some pictures tomorrow and post them before vanishing. There is a lot of white space on the walls though, so I definitely need to finally get around to getting some posters to decorate this place — I’ll be here for 8 months from now after all and that’s a long time. I don’t really have too much to add, except maybe I already miss a few people from Waterloo who aren’t going to be around this upcoming semester or aren’t here right now at least =P
Well, I think I’ll leave it at that, going to go answer a quick quiz about questions from my contract, shouldn’t be too hard.
This is going to be rather short for now.
I just wanted to mention that it’s really annoying when all the doors around here are locked because no one is around ![]()
I just spent the last, almost 3 hours at work. Why? Well, sometimes you have things that you didn’t get to, and when you combine that with the fact that they weren’t working when I thought they should be, and the temptation to not go fix it was no match. So yeah, it’s fixed now, it’s also almost 12pm. Night!
One more exam to go, and it’s in about an hour. I feel comfortable with what should be 3/5 to 4/5 of the exam material according to the breakdown. Unfortunately this is all according to the worst teacher in the history of my teachers, so we’ll have to see. My plan is to do better then others and she better bell curve this a lot if we do as well as we did on our 2nd midterm as a class. Anyway, it’s weird, I made a formula sheet for it and it is less then a page, a feat considering I had a page each of material for the first two midterms and this is supposed to be comprehensive, but the rest I honestly feel I remember/know, so we’ll see.
Well that’s it really, going to go run and meet with Linda to double check our formula sheets and see how this all goes!
I’m going to post something for you, it has a video, but the words are what’s important.
He says the problem with teachers is, “What’s a kid going to learn from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?”
He reminds the other dinner guests that it’s true what they say about teachers: That those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.
I decide to bite my tongue instead of his and resist the urge to remind the other dinner guests that it’s also true what they say about lawyers.
Because we’re eating, after all, and this is polite conversation.
“I mean, you’re a teacher, Taylor”
“Be honest. What do you make?”
And I wish he hadn’t done that
(asked me to be honest)
because, you see, I have a policy
about honesty and ass-kicking:
which is, if you ask for it, then I have to let you have it.
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 Honour
and I can make an A- feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time with anything less than your very best.
You wanna know what I make?
I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall in absolute silence.
No, you can not work in groups.
No, you can not ask a question, so put your hand down.
Why won’t I let you go to the bathroom?
Because you’re bored and you don’t really have to go, do you?
You wanna know what I make?
I make parents tremble in fear when I call home at around dinner time:
“Hi, This is Mr. Mali, I hope I haven’t called at a bad time, I just wanted to talk to you about something your son did today.
He said, “Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don’t you?”
And it was the noblest act of courage I have ever seen.
I make parents see their children for who they are and who they can be.
You want to know what I make?
I make kids question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write, write, write.
And then I make them read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely, beautiful 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 then hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them realize that if you got this (brains).
Then you follow this (heart) and if someone ever tries to judge you by what you make, you give them this (the finger).
Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
I make a difference! What about you?
And now, if you have a minute, here’s the source video with all the things it adds to the presentation: Taylor Mali on What Do Teachers Really Make?