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The verb "to teach" is vipiku in Pamaru. "Na" is an honorific. "Teacher" is Vikuna which is often just shortened to Viku except in formal situation.

Being in a classroom again has been a very interesting experience for a lot of reasons. In particular, it's caused a lot of reflection. The first week, I was surprised at a very unexpected urge to answer questions made by the teacher, in place of the kids. I wanted to prove that I knew the answer, that I was smart and capable. Naturally, this is totally irrational, but it's made me think a lot about what school meant to me growing up. I think it was one of the few places that I got affirmation and validation. Where I was allowed to feel good about myself. At home, I always felt "not good enough," but in school I could be a model student. I could be good. Great, even. I think I owe far more to those teachers, particularly my early teachers, than I can recall, because they gave me a sense of self-worth that I otherwise would not have had.

I wonder if they knew. If they could recognize that. Or if it was just an accident. A happy coincidence brought about by the good fortune of having very loving, very kind, very engaging teachers. My second, third, and fifth grade teachers are, in particular, very fond figures in my memory. Mrs. Doresy, Mrs. Ehney, and Mrs. Harbor...I think. My memory is so terrible that I'm struggling to recall the names, but I remember that in 2nd grade I was actually taught to my grade level in math. I'd been so bored for so long, and that was the first time I was actually challenged, because three different teachers got together to teach three different levels of 2nd grade math. That collaboration was hugely important to me. I remember that my love of mythology was inspired in 3rd grade. Egyptian and Roman, in particular. I remember learning about the pyramids, and working as a class to haul a slab of granite up a small slope with ropes and rollers, something that probably would never be allowed now due to liability. And mummies, particularly how their brains were pulled out with hooks. I was both repulsed and intrigued by that gruesome detail. I recall learning about the planets, and how the Greeks and Romans associated them with different gods. About how different life would be on other planets, if it could have been possible to live there. And my love of history and commerce came from 5th grade, with reenactments of the Boston Tea Party in the middle of winter in the creek behind the school, and pretending to be part of revolutionary networks, conveying "secret" notes in library books while evading patrols from the 6th graders and other teachers, who were naturally all on King George's side for the sake of the exercise. We also made our own small businesses and had a big craft fair, with our own class money. Truth be told, my first convention booth was in 5th grade, selling clay figurines. I learned a lot about booth placement, and merchandizing, by doing in that class.

Returning to the classroom feels a lot like returning to that world. A world of learning, and acceptance, where I can be unapologeticly creative. Where I feel valued and respected. It's been so long. I forgot what that felt like. It's good to be back.

Who was your favorite teacher growing up, and what do you remember most about their class?
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ElwenAldalinde Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2013
Awww! He's so adorable! I hope we get to see more of him :D

Man, with projects like those, it sounds like you had an awesome school! I wish my teachers had let us role-play various acts in history, that would have made it much more real and memorable. Let's see, favorite teachers... My most memorable ones were my first grade teacher Mrs. Higgins, my twelfth grade AP English teacher Mrs. Smith, and my high school art teacher Mrs Good.

Mrs. Higgins was wonderful. Every first grade teacher should be like her. She was fun, imaginative with projects (we got to build the Great Kapok Tree from the picture book of the same name), responsive to kids' learning needs, and always ready for a hug. She placed me in the advanced reading program, which I credit for jump-starting my love of reading and writing.

Mrs. Smith was very proper, but in the way Dame Maggie Smith is very proper - polite and no-nonsense, but with a surprising and clever sense of humor. When we were studying "Beowulf", she had us adapt the epic into an abridged play, and when we decided to make it 1920s mobster-themed, she was completely on board and thought it was awesome. When reading Shakespeare's plays, she introduced us to the Reduced Shakespeare Company (which is hilarious) and Kenneth Brannaugh's Hamlet (which is brilliant). She made the class come alive, and the entire class ended up being very close, which was great.

Mrs. Good was the one who inspired me to pursue a career in art and/ or art teaching. She was also fairly no-nonsense with a dry sense of humor, but very good-natured and kind. What I valued most about learning under her was that she would be honest with me when something I was working on needed improvement. She would point out what was working well, was wasn't working, and how to fix my mistakes, all in a completely non-judgmental manner. She was the only one of the four art teachers who never played favorites, I think. If you worked hard in her class, you would do well, and that was that. She was also very innovative in that she designed a curriculum for a class called "Art Cooperative". Students who elect to take the class are partnered with a special education student, and together they work to make art. Most of the students in the class are young people interested in studying in the field of special education, and the class is an excellent introduction to that. She's probably the teacher I respect the most, and the one I would most aspire to be like if ever I'm able to find a teaching job.

*Phew, that was long!*
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RobinRone Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2013  Professional Artist
All those teachers sound amazing!  It's incredible, what a big difference a single person can make in shaping us!
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TheBuggiest Featured By Owner Oct 8, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Heh, that kid's cute.

School wasn't something I enjoyed so much, myself.  It took me longer to do math problems and the like in class than other kids, which frustrated me to the point of tears at times and... let's just say that never ended well.  I did like my high school science teacher Ms. Dooling.  Her classes were challenging, and the labs were always something to look forward to.
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RobinRone Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2013  Professional Artist
We have a few kids that reach that level of frustration, which always cuts my heart up. Right now we're focusing on coping mechanisms for stress and finding the right level of challenge. I hope we can get a better balance.
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