Teacher, you are a very kind-hearted woman
and a very wonderful teacher.
Even though you shouted a bit,
I honestly didn’t mind.
You were always focused on us.
If we did not pay attention,
you sent us to detention.
I wish I could turn back the clock
to be back in your class.
You are an admirable teacher,
and as a teacher you are a star.
I love you very much.
I wish you would be my teacher next year.
I will really miss you.
Teachers: Our Most Valued Resource
Teachers are a student’s most valued resource.
They are like our parents.
They are there for us
through good and bad times in our lives.
They teach us right from wrong.
They know what we are capable of doing,
and they encourage us
to accomplish our goals in life.
and to reach our full potential.
Although they may get angry at us,
They only want what is best.
They mold our future for us,
and they push us to become
positive contributors to society.
Our teachers are our most valued resource,
so respect an cherish them,
and show them you appreciate
the sacrifice they make
to ensure we grow up
to be independent and respected in society.
Teacher Dot, You Rock!
Dear Teacher Dot;
Your dedication to teaching has touched all our hearts.
You have helped to inspire Angie’s love for arts and dancing.
We know everyday she looked forward to your class.
You were more than a teacher – you were an inspiration.
We know in many years to come
she will still remember the lessons you taught her.
You have taught Angie how to dream
and express herself freely.
From the bottom of our hearts we thank you
for the hours spent with Angie
and for the many hours you spend after school
preparing classes, cutting, printing, and writing reports.
We thank you for taking the time to teach Angie.
We thank you for making her feel safe,
and for making Angie believe that she can reach goals
and that she should always strive to do her best.
Thank you for making Angie reach her own amazing potential.
Teacher Dot – you ROCK!
Tell Your Teachers Now!
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
I sure don’t agree with that passage! Signifying nothing? I hope not! I think everyone leaves his or her mark in some way, even if it’s to eventually have a descendant who does great things long after the original parent is long forgotten.
I don’t remember his name, but my Driver Training instructor taught me how to parallel park perfectly, and I can still do it.
My Home Economics teacher taught me how to sew, and using what she taught me, I won the regional Singer Sewing Contest. The prize, awarded in Kampala, was a sewing machine and $300. I still have and use that indestructible, all-metal sewing machine. What’s amazing is that another student she taught, younger than I, won the national Singer Sewing Contest the same year!
The teacher I remember most fondly, now that I am older, is our choir teacher, Mr. John. Quiet and reserved, he nevertheless coaxed amazing music out of a bunch of ordinary teenagers. No easy pieces for us, no sir. We sang only classical: Beethoven’s Ninth, Polovetsian Dances by Borodin, (from which the melody for the popular song “Strangers in Paradise” was taken), Handel’s Messiah (I can still sing the alto part to the Hallelujah Chorus today). One of our favorite pieces was Randall Thompsons Alleluia. Every year, the choir would go on a picnic to some place, I don’t remember where, that had a big cave, and we would all go into that cave and sing that “Alleluia.”
Oh, one more thing. I remember that a friend and I caught a little mouse (by hand) in the hall and we took it to our science teacher, Mr. Johnson. I don’t know what he did with it, but I was proud of myself (a girl!) for catching that mouse and not running a way from it!
Terrific memories; I’m sure I’m leaving someone important out, but my Teacher Message would be that I regret not having told my teachers how much I appreciated them back then. If you are reading this while you are still in school, do it!
My Teacher is The Best
My teacher is the best teacher in the world.
She can do the Sid Shuffle amazingly, and is so understanding.
True, she is strict, but she has to be,
otherwise her students would grow up to be nothings.
I have the best teacher in the world,
which is actually quite interesting,
because I was dreading fifth grade
because I thought my teacher would be strict and no fun.
She is anything but serious,
and I wish she could be my teacher
for the rest of my life.
In this poem, I just want to acknowledge Joanna Fuchs,
who has written poems that touch my heart
more than anything in the whole world.
I have no doubt that someday she will grow up
and someday be a more famous poet than Shel Silverstein!
I have the best teacher in the world!!!!!!
Now, to end this really long poem,
I am going to encourage students to write poetry!
I always dreaded having to write a poem for a writing unit,
but as it turns out, poetry can actually be really interesting!
so get out there and show the world what you got with poetry!
(My teacher is still the best!)
At The Ending Of The Rainbow
Endless opportunities and possibilities
you showed me
have become the pillars of my destiny,
just like the ending of the rainbow,
where the mountains kiss the sky.
Now I know I am limitless,
a treasure to my nation!
You taught me with passion;
Now with passion I write to you:
You are a giant in the sun,
a brilliant brightness.
You are my teacher,
a blessing beautiful to behold!
You helped me see the vast horizon before me,
showed me how to rise
from the mire of mediocrity
to the lofty heights of knowledge.
I now understand that many pundits
are not the most popular,
but I solemnly pledge, dear Teacher:
I will teach others as you have,
showing them the ending of the rainbow
where the mountains kiss the sky!