Dear mom, thank you. For being there every second of my childhood life. You took care of me when I couldn’t take care of myself. My tomorrow always starts with you. Your smile becomes a morning habit to me. Thank you for having patience with me when I didn’t want to eat the food you cooked just because it has vegetables or whenever I pretend sleeping at noontime. I’m sorry ifI love to play all day. Thank you for lending your arms whenever I cry at midnight, I always find solace in between them. Your voice melts my worrying, and it becomes a lullaby to me. Thank you for teaching me how to walk on my own, you showed me how a little sunshine could do wonders in this world. I have enjoyed my childhood life because of you.
Dear mom, thank you. For being my life’s greatest teacher. You have colored my days with your guidance, affection, care and attention. Thank you for teaching me how to write, count and read. Thank you for comforting me on my first day in school. For the provisions, I needed in life. I know, we are not rich, but you always make a way just to ensure I’d have a bright future. You prepared my better days, and I’d be forever grateful with that. Thank you for disciplining me the right way and teaching me how to become a better person.
Dear mom, thank you. For everything. For being my provider, teacher, friend, protector and my home. You will always have the biggest place in my heart. Thank you for teaching me how to become confident and independent. Thank you for always wiping my tears and calming all of my fears. Thank you for introducing our Lord God in my life. For all of the countless times, you were there to become a friend and become my shelter whenever there’s a storm. Thank you for caring me whenever I’m sick. For making me feel safe every time. Thank you for believing first in me and guiding me on every decision I make in life. I wouldn’t be here where I am in my life without you.
I know, these words will never be enough to thank you for every sacrifice you have done for me. But give me this moment to say this: Mom, I’m rapturously in love with you. I don’t say it as often, but I love you, and I will always be grateful to have you. My life is in the better place because of you. Your love is the reason why I’m strong, inspired and successful. Thank you for letting me walk on my journey. Don’t worry. I will always be your little child. I will always stay with you, through whatever and whenever.
I love you more than you’ll ever know. You are the greatest; you are my everything. And I will always see you in every wonderful experience that will happen to me.
All Might not only shown as a real, full-time teacher, but also the other teachers being completely casual with him. Look at them in the background - they’re not listening in or pretending not to hear anything out of respect. They’re just being normal about it and comment to their leisure. Toshinori is their colleague - he doesn’t get some sort of special treatment for being the former Number One, he gets teased like the others as we can see here:
Also, Toshi, are you talking about your sidekick or your ex-boyfriend, you utter dork.
Look at Mic. He doesn’t freaking care one bit that this is All Might himself. He just pops up in the background and is he usual loud and funny self.
"Ha, All Might is being sensitive!“ and Toshinori’s sweatdrop makes me think that this is not the first time this happens.
Somebody please go to karaoke with Ectoplasm. I call teacher’s night out with Karaoke and lots of funny photos and stuff.
There is a story going around the interwebs about a pair of professionals who traded their electronic signatures for a few weeks and about how the male then discovered that the female was treated differently and about how hard women have it in the professional world.
It reveals how much trouble women have being taken seriously as experts. On anything. In reading the comments left on this story, I discovered the same sad narrative in nearly every one. Women, strong, intelligent women, were doubted at every step, on a daily basis, because no one believed they could possibly know what they were talking about.
Reading through these stories I thought, well, at least that doesn’t happen to teachers. As women in a traditionally female field, we are less likely to be immediately doubted when we speak, less likely to be dismissed purely because we are female.
Until it hit me.
The whole teaching profession is constantly being asked to see its manager. The whole profession is constantly being doubted. The whole profession is seen as being ill-informed. Teachers are never seen as experts. We are regarded as something between babysitters and lazy, spoiled whiners, who just want our summers off.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Teaching is seen, by in large, as a feminine pursuit. And as such, teachers, while well-educated, well-trained, and well-read, are seen as less PROFESSIONAL and worthy of respect than our counterparts in other fields. When people DO praise teachers it is often with the kind of nostalgic affection reserved for things which are cute and sweet, not with the kind of respect given to others in other, more male dominated fields.
Everyone thinks they know what is best for education. Education policy, education critique, education reform: all are dominated by a kind of condescending man-splaining which would be abhorrent and vilified were it not accepted as the status quo.
Watch the video of the president signing his nomination for Betsy DeVos. He says, “Betsy…education, right?” like it could be any little honorarium he is throwing to any billionaire with a checkbook. Because education doesn’t need to be overseen by an expert. It is just women’s work. Put a nice, grandmotherly looking, well-coiffed lady in charge and it’ll be all good.
And when I have spoken out against this (and I have pretty much not stopped doing so for awhile now) people have pointed out to me that you do not need to have been a teacher to run a the Department of Education.
Really? Why? Because the base assumption is that teachers do not really understand big, important things like running a government bureaucracy. Our only purvey is the classroom, which like the home is to be paid respectful lip service, but not to be seen as a venue for real work.
I have had WOMEN, whom I LOVE, say things to me about educators like, “He is trying to run a company and she is worried about pipe cleaner art. Not really the same thing.”
The whole problem with the way our country talks about teachers is that, by in large, we are seen as a group of women, and therefore, the work we do is not seen to be really that challenging. There are whole books and television shows dedicated to the idea that a man, having excelled in another field, can stop by a classroom for a short period, for the purpose of entertainment or self-gratification, and somehow this is okay. No one thinks this about courtrooms or operating theaters.
Why do we push SO hard to make our
Even part of my evaluation was ‘leadership’.
I work my ass off in my classroom. I take the skills I’ve learned, or
constantly seek better ways to teach. I care about my students. I care about
the way I teach. I care about the way my students learn.
Every minute of my day is spent preparing
lessons, going to meetings, teaching, helping students, contacting parents. Every
teacher here knows how hard we work. Hell, we have so much work we bring it
Why is that not enough? Why is it not
enough to focus on your own class and craft?
I don’t want to be a leader—I don’t have
the time or energy. I am exhausted at the end of the day from just doing my
job. I can’t imagine how coaches, club sponsors and student organizers do it.
So why is it not enough to be good at
what you do in the classroom? To grow as a teacher?
I don’t want to sponsor a club—I’d rather
focus on my classroom.
I don’t want to be an instructional coach—I
want to focus on my teaching.
I don’t want to be an administrator—I want
to stay with my students.
I don’t want to be my team leader—I have
Why is that not enough?
*Please spare me the ‘always growing’ answer. I get it, yes, we should always encourage professionals and teachers to reach higher, don’t settle, blah blah. But why is excelling and leading your classroom not as highly valued as the more visable types of leadership?