So I have had a few rough days of teaching. Wild children and just questioning why I do what I do for the little pay that I get and then I remembered the trick, for me, of how to remind myself why I do this, sure it is for the kids, but I needed that voice. I needed that voice that reminds me that I am making a difference and that what I do makes a difference. So I found this voice. I have heard this poet before and really like him, I have heard or read this poem a lot of times and each time I get a chill just listening to it. So I dedicate this to all of us teachers. I could name a few of you, but you know who you are and if you are a parent, you are the most important teacher of all, so this goes out to you as well.
What a Teacher Makes- Taylor Mali
This is by the same poet, but this one is just funny and reminds you to always proofread your work, which I have difficulty at times doing as I am sure many of you have noticed. I have included the transcript as well for this one so that you can see the mistakes.
The Importance of Proofreading- Taylor Mali
The the impotence of proofreading
By Taylor Mali
Has this ever happened to you?
You work very, very horde on a paper for English clash
And still get a very glow raid (like a D or even a D=)
and all because you are the liverwurst spoiler in the whale wide word
Yes, Proofreading your peppers is a matter of the the utmost impotence.
This is a problem that affects manly, manly students all over the word.
I myself was such a bed spiller once upon a term
that my English torturer in my sophomoric year,
Mrs. Myth, she said I would never get into a good colleague.
And that¹s all I wanted, that's all any kid wants at that age
just to get into a good colleague.
Not just anal community colleague,
because I wouldn¹t be happy at just anal community colleague.
I really need to be challenged, challenged menstrually
I needed a place that would offer me intellectual simulation,
I know this makes me sound like a stereo,
but I really wanted to go to an ivory legal colleague.
So if I did not improvement
or gone would be my dream of going to Harvard, Jail, or Prison
(in Prison, New Jersey).
So I got myself a spell checker
and figured I was on Sleazy Street.
But there are several missed aches
that a spell chukker can¹t can¹t catch catch.
For instant, if you accidentally leave out word
your spell exchequer won¹t put it in you.
And God for billing purposes only
you should have serial problems with Tori Spelling
your spell Chekhov might replace a word
with one you had absolutely no detention of using.
Because what do you want it to douch?
It only does what you tell it to douche.
You¹re the one with your hand on the mouth going clit, clit, clit.
It just goes to show you how embargo
one careless little clit of the mouth can be.
Which reminds me of this one time during my Junior Mint.
The teacher took the paper that I had written on A Sale of Two Titties
No I'm cereal, I am cereal
she read it out loud in front of all of my assmates.
It was the most humidifying experience of my life,
being laughed at pubically.
So do yourself a flavor and follow these two Pisces of advice:
One: There is no prostitute for careful editing.
And three: When it comes to proofreading,
the red penis your friend.