Teachers: Unsung Heroes of the World

trueness * * * This reflection writing is dedicated to the unsung heroes of the worldTEACHERS To any(prenominal) virtuously upright and just individuals whose sense of integrity and humility argon root profoundly in spite of appearance them To Mr. Books who neer fails to inspire me with his words and wisdom To my p arnts and my handstor, EXPERIENCE, for making me empathise at an early age the necessityities of t nonpareil- metre here on earth And to my Creator, You are beyond the superlative degree of adjective. You are the Minerva and the vibrissa of Samson in my demeanor.You deplete alship placeal been there leading me along the path that I subscribe chosen I salute you all K. A. P. C. * * * Introduction The writing technique that I hired in this paper was a little divergent than those that I stimulate writ cristal before, specifically during my undergraduate studies. In here, I made use of chapters instead of uninterrupted, separate by paragraph account. The causa is as simple yet perplex as to how a raindrop is up to(p)-bodied to produce rainbow with different colors from a single beam of sunlight or how a prism deform white light into different colors.As to this paper, each chapter reflects the unfore get a course of actionable and umbrage truths that The Story of duty period Stoddard implies, which are a lot hard to swallow by cosmosy mess maybe because of pride or blindness. These paper includes two reactions and reflections. Comm altogether as it has al carriages been, the story of slip Stoddard was no different with a lot of movies that I waste watched and stories that I have memorialize and comprehend beforeall of which had communicated the same genre as the former. It is scarce an ordinary ripped page, no rarity or unfathomable terminologies, existing arsehole the great literary masterpieces of the world.But with its simple approach and language to whomever the ratifier may be, paired with its emotional qualit y, is like unity of my favorite moviesTitanic. I tramp watch it over and over and cry to my hearts capametropolis time and again. On a profound understanding of the story, I was able to nod my head as each word of the story mumbled deeply within me as if letting me know that there is to a greater extent to breeding as there is more to heart. The story does non all hap in real-life checking where some instructors tend to act like Mrs.Thompson solely as vigorous as in many different field of avocation and even in congregation of ordinary citizenry. allow me deal original, in a broader perspective, the storys implication to human and life before I discuss the minutest details of its implication to the teaching profession and to me as a teacher. Chapter 1 Myths of the World Ever winder wherefore the world is meet evil? Or why in smart of many sound philosophies and theories of education the world broods to move forward to its laying waste? Why al intimately all men , especially educated men, are more foolish than a defy on the street? Simple.A beggar is the happiest man in the world when somebody drops a property in front of him, but to a man who knows a affair, a coin volition do him no well behaved un slight that coin happens to be gold. We only worry on affaires that concern us or have send effects in our lives. Those that do non tickm to government issue in their diminutive, powerless forms are taken for grantedconsider skids case for instance. Nero, Alexander the Great, Hitler, Stalin, Mao Tse Tung, ibn Talal Hussein, Bin sozzled and many others who are like themwerent these men, who had been leaders of their get at dominions, able to earn a degree in college?Unfortunately, n whizz of them was able to show genuine tenderness towards their subjects, was able to leave something slowly that future generations slew make use of. It is non precise often that people thank Hitler or Hussein for what he did because non many are born with mental retardation. (But of course, Teddys gratefulness to Mrs. Thompson was a different matter. ) It is very obvious to beak that only a few people in the yesteryear savior Christ, fuss Teresa, Ghandhi, Mandela, and otherswere able to show what real compassion means. As for Einstein, hes a genius. Yet there is a fine bill between genius and insanity.Had he only made use of his viridity sense, world leaders of today entrust stop accusing each other on issues ab let on the use of nuclear weapons. Einsteins actions were enough proofs that, even to genius, common sense is not very common. Thus, our first myth is Not eachthing that glitters is gold. 1 Even other metals or grey-headed metals can reflect light and can have shiny visual aspect if furnished well. What and whom am I talking ab step forward? Find it out The Story of Teddy Stoddard. When I heard the news of Osama Bin Ladens death, I did not rely it in an instant.What if it were a simple propaganda of Obam as administration? What if Bin Ladens look-alike were the unrivaled who got killed? Or did he really have a look-alike? From the hold that I find no time to finish reading, entitled The way Less Traveled, Scott Peck discussed what he termed as scientific tunnel good dealthat is, according to him, patients people are able to invite only a very narrow area directly in front of them. They cannot see anything to the left field or to the right, above or below their narrow focus. I would strongly agree that, similarly often, a lot of people in this world, including I, have this kind of vision.We find it also rocky to look beyond the protrude of things. Our perception of the world is no more than skin deep or subjective like that of Mrs. Thompsons. Thus, the second myth 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 think. An object continues to exist independently of the straits. Mrs. Thompso n were aware of the presence of Teddy. He get under ones skins to school, takes exams, et cetera. Yet, Mrs. Thompson ignored to use her mental faculty to the most logical systemal and certified manner that she could to diagnose the problem of Teddy.Its like when a man and a woman were seen by somebody moving out a motel. It is not hard to imagine what would immediately come in the school principal of the observer. It is a prejudice akin to judging the book because of its worn-out cover. Having been explained that visual perception is believing is not always reliable, it is to be rejected. What we hear or see is not what we should always believe in. At times, we want to be idealists. in that respect are times when we need 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 Together we stand, divided we fall? Adopting only one philosophy in life is discriminatory but it certainly leave behind 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 macrocosm introduced to us at any given time anywhere in the world will solve human strife, it should have started a long time ago. Sadly, it did not. Sometimes, I expression disoriented into persuasion how men, through the ages, are able to move forward, 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, eitherthing comes and goes, and all that remain are unfinished businesses. At the end of the day, when exhaustion from every day work pays me a visit, I just sit and accentuate to remember one thing that I holded from The Little Prince What is essential is invisible to the eye. It amazed me how Mrs. Thompson was able to realize her mistake and was able to understand the fantasy of invisibility on the latter part of the story. He that nee r changed any of his opinions never corrected any of his mistakes and he who was never sapient enough to find out any mistakes in himself will not be charitable enough to excuse what he reckons mistakes in others. -Shakespeare- No matter how intelligent, how good, how rich or how respected a person is, it is an indisputable particular that he often commits false accusations and hypotheses. Its our nature as adult male. Even philosophers and men of graven image 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 once wrote metaphorically, To err is human. . . but it didnt just end there. He further added, To forgive divine. Thus, forgiveness itself cures mistakes. But there is an exemption Laws are created because not every mistake can be excused by a simple sorry. Here comes the concept of pride. From this, the third myth arises Everybody can forgive. Why is that? The sentence seems to be overleaping. Nobody forgives unless he forgets. We will remain prisoners of our own hatred unless we forgive and forget.But doing both things is as hard as judging oneself. The good things about the story were Mrs. Thompsons humility as a teacher to correct what she had done defame 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 injury 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 approximate ourselves continuously. It might appear as a science-related issue as to how Mrs.Thompson metamorphosed from unrighteousness to righteousness. An ugly quat once she might had been, she later transformed into a beautiful romance who was able to touch the life of a unequalled wild flower named Teddy. Thus, we can never tell w hat type of daze we may have on some others life by our actions or lack of actions. Whatever and whoever we are, let us not stop remembering that the scoop up gift we could give or receive is touching a life and making a difference on someones life. As Gandhi utter We must become the change we want to see in the world. So the last myth is Butterflies are beautiful to look at especially on their colors. Its a paradox. Why? Because a butterfly is a camouflage of a caterpillar that it once had been. A caterpillar can live without organismness a butterfly, but it is impossible that a butterfly will appear without being a caterpillar. The underlying fact about it is that it CHANGESfrom ugliness to beauty (like Mrs. Thompson). Same principle applies to humans. But most of the time, the reverse happens. Are we caterpillars who get fat by obtaining nourishment from leaves until they eventually run out r are we butterflies who add beauty to flowers every time we perch on them? -Kriste l- 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 concept of id, ego and super ego All humans have behavioral problems. A person with behavioral problem is not normal. If youre normal, because youre not human. (Kristel, 2011) Chapter II What Does It Take To Be Human? 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. People and books can give firmness of purposes but their answers often lead to another chapter which makes it become very obvious that life really is an indecipherable puzzle. A lot of lifes opportunities, difficulties, persons who are dear to me have come and gone in m y lifeopportunities that caused me to have regrets, challenges that taught me the importance of humility and love ones who made me cry.Through all of these I realized 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 superior truth in the world. Because of this truth, we, humans, have tried 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 overpower Time? The answer is evident. Because of our obsession to change the world, we forget to change our attitudes. I guess 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 baseball clubs attitude towards them and their attitudes towards society fail to have a point of tangency (like in Geome filter out) thereby they are excluded in the system. Human weakness is power and too often, as power strengthens esponsibility weakens (in Physics, it is termed as inverse proportionality). Spider Man say Great power comes great responsibility but when one is greater than the other, there arises masters and slaves. After I read The Story of Teddy Stoddard, I came into deep deliberation 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 view, that to be human is to become conscious that we are not in power to rule but we are responsible to serve. This would be more realistic if action would speak louder than words. CHAPTER IIIWhat Does It Take To Be Teachers? First and foremost, teaching 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 say Hey, learn from us . When I was just a little girl, though liveliness was as tough as it is now, I was always wondering what I would be someday. First, I dreamed of becoming 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 write on a mini chalkboard that our mum bought for us using varied 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 similar when at on e time I terribly ached for sweet candy because my playmate happened to have one.Things happened too swiftly before I realized that I was already a high school student. A year before my higher-ranking year, I was so sure of taking architecture in college. I discovered that I have a talent in scheming houses and decorating their interiors. It has always been my passion to draw houses and appreciate the beauty of them whenever I go to places. It was on my last year in high school when I wished of becoming a writer and at the same an architect, and a teacher, and . . . and . . . well, I wasnt instead 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 nobody way back in high school and up until now. Thin. Pimpled face. Shy. Unpopular. Out-of-style. Hermit. And other disgusting adjectives t hat one would happily attach to my name. I found that my former detention 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 nothing 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 cultivation wonderful things each day in college. I was beginning to be comfortable with the new environment and the people around. But I all the same could not accept the fact that I would soon be graduating despisal the course that I have taken. But, but . . . things really happen for a reason, you know.God has His way of sending blessings in disguise. Even though I failed to fulfill my greatest dream, I somehow 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 pasture to offer 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 wanted 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 away 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 planet that I am sprightliness in. Now 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 brows on us making us feel so sick, others may say deleterious things about us as if they had never been spoilt all their lives. As for me, humility really matters. Within the four months of being in my line of work, I can say that there is more to teaching than meets the eye. pretermit is difficult. So far, it is what I can say.Difficult to the point that aside from day-after-day 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 break off 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 guess you have heard someone said Politics is not dirty. The ones who make it dirty are the people gnarled in it. Same thing happens in teaching even with Mother Earth, but I do not want to discuss it further.For vociferous 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 demand 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.Anger is a defer 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 must 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 indirect communication. I can even delete 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 inch of us.If enough were not enough, trust me, scrutiny 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. Acceptance is a signalise to a contented 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 ended being ridiculed and condemned.Whats the relevance of all these things that Ive written into taking reduces degree units? I do not know, but one thing for sure is I know as I continue learning, 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 Relevance 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 authentically devoted and passionate individual can only see. It is master so as to get the best out of the worst from the learner.It is not moreover an act of inculcating ideas to young learners that may turn these young individuals to become guiltless copycats of the indoctrinator. Asking thought provoking question s elicits active and creative reasoning. Teaching is not telling the individual the whats, the whys, and the hows of life. Teaching is just gift 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. Love 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 enthusiastic in teaching no matter how insignificant the topic may be. Passion 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 contin ue 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 transfuse which is already full. A little learning is a dangerous thing -Mother of Neyteri, Avatar- Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring There school draughts intoxicate the brain, And drinking largely sobers us again. -Alexander Pope, An Essay on Criticism