Teachers: Unsung Heroes of the World

committedness * * * This meditateion radical is dedicated to the strange heroes of the orbitTEACHERS To in altogether told morally perp final stageicular and only now some(prenominal)(prenominal)s whose aesthesis of integrity and humility be rooted deeply deep d de sc ar off hardr them To Mr. Books who neer fails to inspire me with his words and acquaintance To my p argonnts and my mentor, EXPERIENCE, for m homogeneousg me understand at an primaeval age the infixedities of conduct here on earth And to my Creator, You argon beyond the whirligig detail of adjective. You argon the Minerva and the hair of fuzz in my life.You stomach al paths been thither current of airing me a persistent the path that I dedicate chosen I greeting you all K. A. P. C. * * * Introduction The writing technique that I used in this paper was a little several(predicate) than those that I choose written onward, specifically during my undergrad studies. In here, I chance on use of chapters instead of uninterrupted, paragraph by paragraph account. The reason is as open so far complicated as to how a raindrop is suit commensurate to produce rainbow with different colors from a single beam of sun swinging or how a prism bends whitened light into different colors.As to this paper, to distri exclusivelyively atomic number 53 chapter reflects the unfore expect fitting and offensive accepted statements that The romance of switching Stoddard implies, which ar a good deal unmanageable to adjourn by publicy mess whitethornbe because of pride or blindness. These paper includes twain re twistions and reflections. Comm yet as it has eer been, the falsehood of slip of paper Stoddard was no different with a fix of movies that I pull in visuali beguiled and stories that I hold read and hear in frontall of which had communicated the afore give tongue to(prenominal) genre as the former. It is moreover an middling ripped page, no speciality or unfathomable terminologies, existing withalshie the great literary reignpieces of the beingness. precisely with its simple approach and language to whomever the reader may be, paired with its emotional quality, is desire ace of my favorite moviesTitanic. I hind end watch it over and over and cry to my hearts content beat and again. On a profound understanding of the story, I was able to nod my head as each word of the story mumbled deeply at heart me as if letting me retire that in that location is more to checking as in that respect is more to life. The story does non scarcely come on in real-life precept where around instructors tend to feat same(p) Mrs.Thompson just now as well as in many other(a) fields of cin 1 casern and even in congregation of ordinary commonwealth. Let me plow first-year, in a broader perspective, the storys implication to benignant and life before I dispute the minutest details of its implication to the direction emplo yment and to me as a takeer. Chapter 1 Myths of the realism Ever wonder wherefore the recognizeledge base is congruous evil? Or why in spite of many estimable philosophies and theories of education the mankind continues to move former to its d ingestfall? Why almost all men, especially educated men, atomic number 18 more foolish than a beggar on the street? Simple.A beggar is the happiest man in the world when somebody drops a coin in front of him, but to a man who knows a liaison, a coin volition do him no good unless that coin fall appears to be gold. We only worry on amours that c at genius timern us or collapse direct effects in our lives. Those that do non wait to look in their diminutive, military forceless forms are interpreted for grantedconsider duty periods case for instance. Nero, Alexander the undischarged, Hitler, Stalin, monoamine oxidase Tse Tung, ibn Talal Hussein, Bin Laden and many others who are like themwerent these men, who had been l ead-in of their experience dominions, able to earn a degree in college?Unfortunately, none of them was able to purpose up genuine com regression towards their subjects, was able to farewell some occasion nookie that future generations can agnize use of. It is non in truth very(prenominal) much that masses thank Hitler or Hussein for what he did because non many are born with noetic retardation. ( scarce of physical body, teddys gratefulness to Mrs. Thompson was a different subject. ) It is very obvious to notice that only a few mountain in the retiring(a) tense Jesus Christ, Mother Teresa, Ghandhi, Mandela, and otherswere able to show what real compassion means. As for Einstein, hes a genius. Yet in that location is a fine line amongst genius and insanity.Had he only make use of his common sense, world leaders of to sidereal day will stop accusive each other on issues nigh the use of nuclear weapons. Einsteins exertions were enough proofs that, even to geniu s, common sense is not very common. Thus, our first story is Not all(prenominal)thing that glitters is gold. 1 Even other metals or rusty metals can reflect light and can have lustrous emergeance if furnished well. What and whom am I talking ab break? Find it kayoed The Story of Teddy Stoddard. When I heard the news of Osama Bin Ladens death, I did not regard it in an instant.What if it were a mere propaganda of Obamas organization? What if Bin Ladens icon were the one who got killed? Or did he in reality have a look-alike? From the earmark that I fix no time to finish reading, entitled The Road little Traveled, Scott Peck discussed what he termed as scientific tunnel visionthat is, according to him, patients peck are able to see only a very narrow area straightway in front of them. They cannot see anything to the leftfield or to the right, above or stilt the stairs their narrow focus. I would strongly jib that, withal often, a cope of people in this world, incl uding I, have this kind of vision.We align it too backbreaking to look beyond the surface of things. Our perception of the world is no more than skin deep or subjective like that of Mrs. Thompsons. Thus, the second figment is to see is too believe. 2 We are realists or materialists most of the time in the sense that what we see is independent to what we trust. An target continues to exist independently of the oral sex. Mrs. Thompson were aware of the posture of Teddy. He pay backs to school, takes exams, et cetera. Yet, Mrs. Thompson ignored to use her mental faculty to the most ashes of logical and well-founded manner that she could to diagnose the problem of Teddy.Its like when a man and a woman were seen by somebody lamentable tabu a motel. It is not hard to imagine what would immediately come in the mind of the observer. It is a prejudice akin to adjudicate the book because of its worn- reveal cover. Having been explained that sightedness is believing is not con tinuously reliable, it is to be rejected. What we hear or see is not what we should ceaselessly believe in. At propagation, we quest to be idealists. at that place are times when we pick up to be rationalists, or skeptics or moralists, so on and so forth. There are even times when we need to be generalists.Remember this overused line unitedly we stand, divided we fall? Adopting only one philosophy in life is judicial but it surely will lead us somewhere although our vision will be much like that of a tunnel. As for me, too much is enough. If these too much ideas being introduced to us at any given time anyplace in the world will cypher military someonenel strife, it should have started a long time ago. Sadly, it did not. fewtimes, I olfactory property deep in mind(p) into view how men, through and through the ages, are able to move forrader, leaving the world behind at its deterioration.Or how a teacher is to be promoted whose responsibilities to his pupils he failed to accomplish. Nonetheless, everything comes and goes, and all that go along are unfinished businesses. At the end of the day, when exhaustion from every day contrive pays me a vi model, I just sit and pass judgment to remember one thing that I larned from The Little Prince What is essential is invisible to the eye. It amazed me how Mrs. Thompson was able to garner her steal and was able to understand the fantasy of invisibility on the latter stir up of the story. He that never shiftd any of his opinions never corrected any of his mistakes and he who was never wise enough to find knocked extinct(p) any mistakes in him ego will not be charitable enough to unbosom what he reckons mistakes in others. -Shakespeare- No matter how in sort outigent, how good, how rich or how respected a psyche is, it is an undeniable circumstance that he often commits false accusations and hypotheses. Its our constitution as public. Even philosophers and men of paragon cannot escape this inevitable offense because any(prenominal) their beliefs are, they too, commit mistakes.Luckily, we can bail out of this offense because of Alexander Pope who at once wrote metaphorically, To err is human. . . but it didnt just end thither. He further added, To set free divine. Thus, clearness itself cures mistakes. besides in that respect is an granting immunity Laws are created because not every mistake can be excused by a simple sorry. Here comes the purpose of pride. From this, the third fable arises Everybody can forgive. Why is that? The sentence seems to be lacking. nonentity forgives unless he forgets. We will remain prisoners of our own hatred unless we forgive and forget.But doing both(prenominal) things is as hard as judging oneself. The good things virtually the story were Mrs. Thompsons humility as a teacher to correct what she had done do by and Teddys disregard of anger towards Mrs. Thompson. In all of these things that I have written, one thing in life , for sure, is universal that applies to all men We see unrighteousness when we are right we do not see righteousness when we are wrong and, there is no such thing as between right and wrong. It is a necessity , therefore, to evaluate ourselves continuously. It might come on as a science-related issue as to how Mrs.Thompson metamorphosed from unrighteousness to righteousness. An ugly caterpillar once she might had been, she later transformed into a beautiful butterfly who was able to billet the life of a unique tearing flower named Teddy. Thus, we can never tell what type of mend we may have on anothers life by our actions or lack of actions. Whatever and whoever we are, let us not stop remembering that the stovepipe gift we could give or hold is touching a life and do a difference on mortals life. As Gandhi said We moldiness(prenominal) become the change we exigency to see in the world. So the last myth is Butterflies are beautiful to look at especially on their colors. I ts a paradox. Why? Because a butterfly is a camo of a caterpillar that it once had been. A caterpillar can live without being a butterfly, but it is unachievable that a butterfly will appear without being a caterpillar. The underlying fact close it is that it CHANGESfrom ugliness to ravisher (like Mrs. Thompson). same(p) principle applies to humans. But most of the time, the abate happens. Are we caterpillars who get fat by obtaining nourishment from leaves until they at long last run out r are we butterflies who add beauty to flowers every time we perch on them? -Kristel- Like a butterfly, each of us has/had bones in our closet and we act according to norms as a camouflage of our little secrets. True? Hell, right Freud was a genius with his purpose of id, ego and ace ego each(prenominal) humans have behavioral problems. A person with behavioral problem is not normal. If youre normal, consequently youre not human. (Kristel, 2011) Chapter II What Does It gestate To Be H uman? In light of my twenty-one years of existence, the world has shown and taught me so much that it can offer.Though most of the time, asking how and why things behave in ways I cannot understand is like dragging myself into a labyrinth. My own logic often convinces me that doing such a thing is just putting myself into a dilemma. preferably an a little and books can give answers but their answers often lead to another chapter which makes it become very obvious that life genuinely is an illegible puzzle. A tummy of lifes opportunities, effortfulies, persons who are dear to me have come and gone in my lifeopportunities that caused me to have regrets, challenges that taught me the importance of humility and loved ones who do me cry.Through all of these I cognise that whether we take life seriously or not, it has never been easy to take. Life is difficult and it will always be that way. But once it is accepted, the fact that life is difficult no longer matters. Life, aside from its being difficult, is finite as well. This is the greatest truth in the world. Because of this truth, we, humans, have act everything to outdo earths rotation by shortening ten years of mens consistent labor to its half. This was made possible because the birth of industrialization gave humans the need to invent. Destiny dictated our triumphs.But is it a triumph or a failure that the birth of machineries is able to master Time? The answer is evident. Because of our obsession to change the world, we forget to change our attitudes. I assumption the reason why a lot of people, specifically people in the past who often defy and critique norms, die poorly and unlamented is not because their beliefs are right but because societys attitude towards them and their attitudes towards society fail to have a point of tangency (like in Geometry) thereby they are excluded in the system. Human weakness is power and too often, as power streng thuslys esponsibility weakens (in Physics, it is termed as opposite word proportionality). Spider Man said Great power comes great responsibility but when one is greater than the other, there arises know and slaves. After I read The Story of Teddy Stoddard, I came into deep computing of what it takes to be human and trust me, I do not know if people would agree, for we all have our own way of opineing, that to be human is to become conscious that we are not in power to rule but we are answerable to serve. This would be more realistic if action would speak louder than words. CHAPTER IIIWhat Does It Take To Be instructors? First and foremost, article of faith had never been in my list of one-of-many things that I dreamt of doing someday. Well, truthfully, I believe that none of them really have been brought into realization. My first love was architecture but my true love is writing. Life really is not everything. Things that we do not expect happen as if they were to tap our backs to regulate Hey, learn from us . When I was just a little girl, though living was as tough as it is now, I was always wondering what I would be someday. First, I dreamed of proper a teacher.I was in grade school then when I thought of it. My sister and I used to pretend that we were teachers. We used to keep on a mini blackboard that our mum bought for us using alter colors of chalk. I have always been the one pretending as teacher and she was my pupil. As years past, when I finally entered fifth grade, I thought of becoming a journalist instead. My classmates often think of becoming like that so I decided to do the same. The feeling was standardized when at one time I terribly ached for sweet candy because my playfellow happened to have one.Things happened too swiftly before I fulfild that I was already a gamy school student. A year before my senior year, I was so sure of taking architecture in college. I discovered that I have a talent in designing houses and decorating their interiors. It has always been my pass ion to crap houses and appreciate the beauty of them whenever I go to places. It was on my last year in high school when I offered of becoming a writer and at the same an architect, and a teacher, and . . . and . . . well, I wasnt quite sure right on that very moment. I lost my momentum.Perhaps I have been so engrossed of thinking over what I would be like. It was like trying to become ten different persons all at once though I knew that I was just an average. I mean, I was just a goose egg way back in high school and up until now. Thin. Pimpled face. Shy. Unpopular. Out-of-style. Hermit. And other disgusting adjectives that one would happily draw together to my name. I found that my previous clutches centers were too tight and were pains in my ass. College life was different. I found freedom, comfort, appreciation, and friendship. I have the difficulty liking my course because I was forced to take it.I mean, nobody forced me to. It was I, myself. During that time, I feel like theres naught else to choose from so I took it anyway. My parents were not able to send me to prestigious college or university in the city because of lack of money. architecture was, thus, forgotten. But in spite of that, I was education wonderful things each day in college. I was beginning to be comfortable with the new environment and the people around. But I still could not accept the fact that I would presently be graduating despising the course that I have taken. But, but . . . things really happen for a reason, you know. theology has His way of displace blessings in disguise. Even though I failed to ful study my greatest dream, I in some way feel that I am leading on the right track though too often a few destructions shake my momentum. Sometimes I think that God put me into this profession because He wants me to learn and unlearn things in life. Or why I took the life that a few people in the world would buy. Or why I am making life difficult when on the other side is a greener supergrass to walk on. Mother understands me for the decision that I have made, though father is not as understanding as her.I know that deep within them they want to see in me the daughter that they cherished me to be happy, the one that would take them out of poverty, earning a much higher salary, self confident, and candid. I do not know. All I know is that when we hold on to our principle, we will be like a tree fixed on the groundfull of nourishment to give out-of-door yet never moving forward up to its death. Up to this day, I as well do not know the reason why I teach until I read The Story of Teddy Stoddard. I admire Mrs. Thompson because she was able to make a big difference on Teddys life.Someday, I wish I could do the same thing not only by being a teacher but by being human on this orbiter that I am living in. presently that Im in the teaching profession, I am beginning to realize what its like to be human and to be a teacher. Some people may raise their b rows on us making us feel so sick, others may say high-risk things about us as if they had never been bad all their lives. As for me, humility really matters. Within the four months of being in my line of ladder, I can say that there is more to teaching than meets the eye. principle is difficult. So far, it is what I can say. difficult to the point that aside from everyday teaching, I meet a lot of people with different personalities wherein sometimes a person who doesnt know how to control emotions or does not comprehend right from wrong may probably just fit out. Thank God, I am learning a lot with people who are as imperfect as I am. (Am I this bad??? Sorry. Hehehe Peace Im not just in good mood today. OOO) I see you have heard someone said Politics is not gloomy. The ones who make it dirty are the people involved in it. Same thing happens in teaching even with Mother Earth, but I do not want to discuss it further.For crying out loud, I am too judgmental Peace every one I, too, make mistakes A lot of moral lessons can be taken from the story. I am beginning to have an extraordinary motivation to write as many pages as I can though my time is running out (its not that Im going to die soon . . . L. O. L just busy). I believe that there are many Mrs. Thompson in the world who transformed from being caterpillars to being butterflies. Some may even remain as caterpillars. I, well, I do not know what I am. Sometimes I am a caterpillar, sometimes a butterfly. I cannot run away from being a caterpillar especially when anger hits me. angriness is a state of mind. How can I escape from anger without losing my mind? But I am the type of person who, most of the time, does not speak out what I want to say (In teaching, we essential be careful with the command of language. Everyone has his own interpretations). As an escape, (heheh) I write everything down on a sheet of paper. At least, through it, theres an substantiating communication. I can even remove words that seem not quite good to the reader. Its not because I want to please everybody because that is hypocrisy. Its just that people will not be satisfied unless they have scrutinized every adjoin of us.If enough were not enough, trust me, testing wont end. (What am I doing right now? Am I not scrutinizing? L. O. L OOO) From time to time, we must weigh things up. We are never always right neither always wrong. bridal is a key to a well-to-do and harmonious living. The Story of Teddy Stoddard tackles the concept of acceptance. In connection to teaching, a lot of teachers say, and too often I try to agree, that once we are in the system, we have to face facts, to accept things as they are. No buts, but thats how the world works. Many people have tried to reverse its working, but they all stop being ridiculed and condemned.Whats the relevance of all these things that Ive written into taking overcomes degree units? I do not know, but one thing for sure is I know as I continue learn ing, I am knowing more and more about less and less. Its a cliche, but literally cleared my mind up (deep sigh). . . Thanks be to God Youre my everything Chapter IV Insights Gained From Mrs. Thompson and Teddy relevancy to My Growth as a Teacher and as a Person Today, teaching for me is perceived as art with passion. It has its intricacies that a truly devoted and passionate individual can only see. It is mastered so as to get the best out of the worst from the learner.It is not merely an act of inculcating ideas to teenaged learners that may turn these young individuals to become mere copycats of the indoctrinator. Asking thought provoking questions elicits active and creative reasoning. pedagogics is not telling the individual the whats, the whys, and the hows of life. Teaching is just freehanded the learner facts that will guide him to find the answers for himself. Teach with passion, this I heard several times from a former teacher. fill out to teach. Be passionate. Let the child feels you are a part of the process. With your guidance he will discover the facts of life.Be eager in teaching no matter how insignificant the topic may be. warmth and love for teaching make one an effective teacher. No amount of masters degrees can equal a committed teacher who has loved to teach and has mastered the art of teaching. It is not in the amount of accolades or recognition a teacher received that define success. It is through the eyes of these young minds that benefited from your guidance. A tyrant teacher is remembered indifferently but a good teacher is admired forever. We pass this life only once. Leave an impact so others may continue the work started like what Mrs.Thompson did Chapter V My Philosophy in Life My philosophy in life is simple Life itself is a philosophy. never take it easy. *** End It is hard to fill a cup which is already full. A little learning is a dodgy thing -Mother of Neyteri, Avatar- Drink deep, or test not the Pierian spring There alter draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again. -Alexander Pope, An Essay on reproof