i can stop my tears falling when i read this story.....

Truly encouraging to all educators who are wondering why do I do this job.

I remember my grade 9th teacher who inspires me. or should I say the one who made a big difference on who I am now. thanks to all teachers around the world!

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Well! We are all teachers. We can all make a difference. We are all students here learning. Let's come together and make a difference in someone's life. If by just a smile to a stranger; might be just what they needed when they needed it. You'll feel wonderful. God Bless Us All, Each and Every One! Peace ; )' Ty for posting! ' )'

I shed lots of tears, over this video. we must all learn to incourage. the people around us

Nice message I remembered my Amma...my teacher....she is my favorite until am alive

It was so inspirational and I shed tears during the video. thanks for the video Aju Sir

Oh...very beautiful story, i'm crying.

To put a contrast to this inspirational story: I am a retired educator. I refer to myself as a former educator, not only as a former teacher. Why? Because there are many different types of people, in all schools, who call themselves teachers, administrators, etc. Many of them may teach, and even perform their duties fairly well, but some do not really LEARN and GROW themselves- and those things make an educator, because they are not just teaching, but learning and growing with every student. And this is crucial for students, as well as for the educator. True educators are constantly adapting- sometimes doing so with their districts forcing them to teach students in a manner that truly is designed with the goal of raising standardized test scores, or with administers requiring a specific method of teaching subjects. It can be achieved successfully, despite the barriers, as long as you are always adapting around each student, each class, every year. Sometimes the adaptations are day by day; sometimes hour by hour. Always looking for a way to reach the minds of the students, and not just their brains. Always looking for a way to reach ALL of their minds. Through the years, I have met many different types; through those who had taught my five children throughout their school years (all of whom I was always very involved with regarding each of my children), with many being pretty good and fairly good, some that were adequate, and some others that I simply couldn't understand why or how they had chosen their career paths. I am disappointed to say that I met too few that came close to, or met, what I expected of them- as a parent, and as a fellow teacher- someone exceptional. My real eye-opening experiences actually started, however, when I became a substitute teacher before completing my graduate studies, during my two student teaching assignments (one for K-4, with complicated, special university permissions, and the required one for my goals, 5-8 English and Literature), and then, ultimately, interactions with my own colleagues. Over time, I noticed an unending pattern. Too many teachers often acted as if they carried lead bars in their shoes. Dragging through the week, begging for Friday afternoon to come early. Bored, critical, and/or cynical of their students- and often, the students' parents and other teachers, as well. The sum total of years some of them had been teachers was obvious by, and could be closely calculated by, how extreme their discontent was.I was always stunned (why?) at the amount of negative narrative at every teacher training session/seminar, teacher team meetings each week, monthly administrators/teachers' conferences, and even during lunch breaks- for many years. Things that were said about students, parents, other teachers... everyone except for themselves, of course, were laced with judgment, bias, negativity, sometimes hostility... and so many personal details about those individuals being judged. It could never be that the teacher(s) could be a major factor of the problems presented- even when suggested that it could be in training sessions. Those types of topics far outweighed suggested solutions, new ideas, etc., still, however, nothing seemed to change. I learned the systems thoroughly, accepted advice from my peers, shared ideas, and made a solemn oath- to myself and to my future/current students- that I would not allow myself to ever fall into that vicious pattern. I never did. People, some teachers, in particular, who did not know me well, probably believed that my life was a bed of roses, due to the time, dedication, determination, demeanor, and attitude with which I carried out my profession every day. I was serious about constant personal growth and learning- after all, I expected the same of my students. I couldn't understand why some teachers did not see and feel that a shortage of these things were what was feeding their dissatisfaction in being a teacher with serious responsibility and accountability. Overall, the majority of my students responded from remarkably to astonishingly, both academically and in personal growth. Because, I believe, of the time and respect that I gave to them, and that I expected in return for myself and for others, the encouragement that I offered, that almost all of them needed at one time or another- or often, along with the absolute truth... hey, we are all great at some things, and not so great at others- you just have to identify and work on the "not so great" to the best of your ability, both academically and personally, and you WILL grow. The freedom of self choice that I had given to them all- that they could succeed, on many levels, if their efforts were obvious, and goals were met, was guaranteed to be a win- this, of course, was a challenge for them to give themselves the freedom, and the majority took it and owned it. My gentle reminders that perfection (or anything close to it) from any human being is illogical and impossible- an illusion- no matter who it is that may be trying to convince you otherwise. I was approachable and available when help was wanted (or if I deemed it necessary, required) - I volunteered for an hour and fifteen minutes per day, four days per week, along with rotating colleagues offering support, for a remedial multi-subject class. And most importantly, that I believed in every single one of them, warts and all, but that they had to believe in themselves just as much. And all of my students, as well as my own children, in subtle and significant ways, taught me just as much, if not more, than I believe that I taught them. The journey of self-empowerment and self-awareness for "tweens" and teens, no longer really children, but slowly and painfully transitioning into young adults, is a difficult, but ultimately, rewarding one for students and educators who travel it together. I may sound as if I am a braggart, and when it comes to all of them, I suppose that I am. They all mattered to me very much. They all still do. I used to run into many of them some time ago, before I moved from the state. I still keep all of our memories in my mind... along with several boxes filled with photographs, projects, handmade cards and gifts (all that I would accept), copies of recommendation letters that I had given, letters from several grateful parents. Small moments, big moments, all locked in time. And I know that if I had let lead bars weigh down my feet, I would have let most all of them down. My point is not to say that I was the greatest. My losses, as I feel that I failed them, were not a very large percentage. But one is too many for me. But I WAS very good at what I did. My utmost respect is forefront in my heart and mind for the majority of teachers that do a marvelous job. Respect! But there ARE those teachers that could use a good swift kick in the behind (or WORSE)- just too many of them- or a career change.I never had an exact student who was like Teddy, every student is unique, but I did read the files of every one of my students, BEFORE the school term began, and some were so much more gut wrenching for the student. I am not a Mrs. Thompson by any stretch of the imagination. But just earning a BA teaching degree, and taking hours of tests, does not make you an educator, a real teacher. Like Mrs. Thompson, I believe that many do not really try to scratch the surface of individual students, until something changes their mind- and hopefully their lives. I had between 120 to 130 students per day each year. And I knew their names by the end of the first week (there is a trick to do that) ;) By the way: As an English teacher and Literature teacher, I would NEVER have used a RED pen or pencil. I hated them from childhood, and throughout my university years. I felt they were degrading, humiliating, and defeated the purpose, particularly when grading written papers/reports/etc. Green or purple are great options, just ask a student! Anyone else agree? ~Peace

I'm crying so much!

The story of an inspirational student

I love my all teachers they will be always my first and favourite teacher i met

Wow this story was very nice I started crying to listen this story

my eyes not wait anymore for tearing

What a story..thanks a lot..😀😀

I cried the whole time

Her name was Mrs, Norifah and like most teachers ,she looked at her students and said they she loved them all the same

I don't know if parents realize the impact teachers have on our future. My love, my wife is PTA president. We have 9 kids. You wouldn't believe how some parents abandon their own. Peace

Proud to b d product of mes central school..now am doin my b.ed....dis s an inspiring story fr me

The story is very influential. I love my all teachers

Her name was Mrs Norifah and like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same Burt that was impossible ,because there in the front row. slumped in his seat ,was a little boy named teddy Mrs Norifah had watched teaddy the year before And noticed that he dindn't play well with the other children ......... That his clothes ware messy and that he constantly needed a bath and teddy could be unpleasant it got to the point where Mrs Norifah would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen at the school where Mrs Norifah taught , she was required to review each child's past records. ....and she put Teddy's, off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy's first grade teacher wrote teadyy is bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners..... He is a joy to be around. " his second grade teacher wrote " teaddy is an excellent student, well - liked by his classmates.... But he is trouble because his mother has a terminal illeness and life at home must be a struggle. " his third grade teacher wrote “ his mother's death has Been hard on him.... He tries to do his best but his father doesn't show much interest and his home life will soon affected... Teaddy's fourth grade grade teacher wrote "teaddy is withdrawn and doesn't show much interest in school.

Very touching...

The story is really inspirational especially for teachers to teach the students.

cried hard in this video

amazing, emotional and heart touching.....tears roll down my cheeks....👏👏👏

Awesome

Blessings

that is damn touching

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Beautiful

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sir i am sharvesh in grade 7c and i loved all your videos

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Sa mga Ed3 student dyan iyak na din kau😫😜