Mobiles

This is a picture of my classmate Jenna holding her mobile she made for our EDS 227 class.

In this project we had to think deeply about our past teachers we have had and pick pros and cons to go onto the mobile and then finally pick the attributes we feel that we have in order to be a good teacher.

When I sat down to think about the teachers I had in the past, I thought about the ones with the flaws that stuck out the farthest in my mind. And then the special ones that will hold a place in my heart for encouraging me to learn.

One of the teachers that stuck out in my mind in a bad was was my fourth grade teacher. She was one of those teachers who dropped down from high school level straight to elementary school because her job was terminated in the high school due to budget cuts. She always expected us to act like high schoolers and if we weren't constantly quiet or doing all of the"busy work" she assigned us on a daily basis she would get mad. One time I remember quite vividly that one of the boys in my class had to go to the restroom and our classroom was directly between the two restrooms. He raised his hand to ask her and she refused to respond to him, he held his hand up for nearly twenty minutes before she even attempted to respond to him. When he asked she told him no ]'[plok, \'=[-poiuy6tand that it was too close after lunch time. Our lunch time was at 12:30 and it was 2:30 when this happened. He waited a few minutes and raised his hand again by now she had already assigned us "busy work" and was walking around the classroom watching us. She looked at him and said "Now what?," he asked if he could go to the restroom again and she got furious. She slammed her book, notebook and pen on the floor grabbed him by the ear and marched him downstairs to the principal's office. That was the last time any of us ever saw the boy, we first thought he was put into a different class because there were three fourth grade teachers when we did not see him any more one of his friends asked our teacher where he was. She responded rudely "His parents did not like my teaching so they sent him to Divide Elementary." His friend looked at me because we both knew why, all of the others knew too. We tried telling our parents but they did not believe any of us, my parents believed when my younger brother had her in third grade.

One of my teachers who really stood out in my mind as a good teacher was my seventh and eighth grade English teacher. He was the type of teacher who would take care of you no matter who you were, he never played favorites, he never took sides unless he had seen it happen himself. My seventh and eighth grade years in middle school I stayed sick for the majority of the time. I ended up getting bronchitis both years and it affected my asthma and my voice. When he found out that I had asthma he immediately alerted all of my teachers and the teachers who were on lunch and recreation duty to make sure I was watched after because my severity of my asthma. I ended up in that week having at least one asthma attack at school a day and having 1-2 more at home. He is the one who personally made sure that my mom was called and if she couldn't be reached that my dad or grandma was called. He knew my family personally because he taught my mom when she was in middle school and my grandma talked to him every time she saw him. He was the teacher that you could rely on to help you when you had problems or you could goto to talk to when you needed to talk. He finally retired last year, he called my mom and told her "I made it through all three of your kids." He knew me and my brothers when we were little and we were really rambunctious. The reason he retried was because he was diagnosed with cancer and he knew what all he would have to go through, if he would not have been diagnosed with cancer he would probably still be teaching.

The reason I put this under professional development is so that I remember to be like my 7th and 8th grade English teacher and not like my fourth grade teacher because I remember what it was like to be pushed out of the loop so to speak because I wasn't one of the "name brand kids" who acted like they were better than everyone else.