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" The ones you remember most
are those who inspire you.
You might not always remember their faces,
but you'll always remember their words."
Danielle E. Fitzpatrick

It is the supreme art of the teacher
to awaken joy in creative expression
and knowledge.
~ Albert Einstein

"Every student can learn.
Just not on the same day
or in the same way."
~ George Evans

"A teacher affects eternity;
he can never tell where his influence stops."
~ Henry B. Adams

There are lots of teacher inspirational poems and stories on the internet.
These are some of my favorites!

First is Best

Yes, I teach the first grade.
Where else would a handsome and very young man put his arms around me and ask, "Do you know that I love you?"
Where else would I tie so many hair ribbons and belts and daily get to see a style show of pretty dresses and shirts?
Where else could I wear the same dress day after day and be told each time that it is pretty?
Where else could I walk up and down aisles and have warm hands touch me?
Where else could I have the privilege of wiggling loose teeth and receive a promise that I may pull them when they are loose enough?
Where else could I eat a soiled piece of candy from a grimy little hand and not get ill? (I have to eat it because he watches to see that I do.)
Where else would the future look as bright as it does amid an energetic group to whom nothing is impossible?
Where else could I guide the first letter formations of a chubby little hand that may some day write a book or an important document?
Where else could I forget my own aches and pains because of so many cut fingers, scratched knees, bumped heads and broken hearts that need care?
Where else could I forget taxes and even "the state of the nation" because Stevie isn't grasping reading as he should and other methods must be tried?
Where else would my mind have to stay so young as with a group whose attention span is so short that I must always keep a "bag of tricks up my sleeve"?
Where else could I feel so close to my Maker as I do each year when, because of something I have done, little children learn to read?
Yes, I do teach the first grade, Mr. and Mrs. America. And I love it!
by Mrs. Janet Gorell Meyer

"I Teach"

~I teach because there is a great fulfillment that comes in working with boys and girls.

~I teach because I wanted to be a sculptor, and I can do so, by shaping lives for the future.

~I teach because I wanted to be an artist, and I can do so, by painting dreams for children.

~I wanted to be a musician, and I can, in giving inspiration to children.

~I teach because I wanted to be a historian, and I can in having recorded something for the lives of great men to come.

~I teach because I wanted to be a poet, and I can in writing impressive passages of mankind.

~I teach because of the reward I receive when a child's frown turns to smiles, or when he/she says, "Now I understand."

~I teach because of the personal growth I receive each day as I venture out on a quest for knowledge and techniques to help my students understand.

~I teach for it is in this where I can see the worthwhile and true fulfillment of living.

~Author Unknown~

Children's ABC

Children Are:

Amazing........acknowledge them
Believable........ trust them
Childlike........allow them
Divine........ honor them
Energetic........ nourish them
Fallible........embrace them
Gifts........ treasure them
Here now........ be with them
Innocent........ delight with them
Joyful........appreciate them
Kindhearted........ learn from them
Lovable........cherish them
Magical........ fly with them
Noble........ esteem them
Open minded........respect them
Precious........value them
Questioners........encourage them
Resourceful........ support them
Spontaneous........ enjoy them
Talented........believe in them
Unique........ affirm them
Vulnerable........ protect them
Whole........ recognize them
Xtra special........ celebrate them
Yearning........ notice them
Zany........laugh with them
~author unknown

A Box of Crayons

  While walking in a toy store
the day before today,
I overheard a crayon box
with many things to say.

"I don't like red!" said yellow.
And green said, "Nor do I!"
And no one here likes orange,
but no one knows quite why."

"We are a box of crayons
that really doesn't get along,"
said blue to all the others
"something here is wrong!"

Well, I bought that box of crayons
and took it home with me
and laid out all the crayons
so the crayons could all see.

They watched me as I colored
with red and blue and green
and black and white and orange
and every color in between.

They watched as green
became the grass
and blue became the sky.
The yellow sun was shining bright
on white clouds drifting by.

Colors changing as they touched,
becoming something new.
They watched me as I colored.
They watched till I was through.

And when I'd finally finished,
I began to walk away.
And as I did the crayon box
had something more to say...

"I do like red!" said the yellow
and green said, "So do I!"
"And blue you are terrific
so high up in the sky."

"We are a box of crayons
each of us unique,
but when we get together
the picture is complete."

Now if we could just learn from this box of crayons 
this world would be a better place.
Shane DeRolf

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