What Teachers Make

Teachers, have you seen this? It is a must-see... well worth three minutes of your time.

 


I had seen the video a while back and thought it was inspiring, but since I never saved it or copied down the link I lost track of it. That is, until this past Saturday when I stumbled upon Mali's book in Barnes & Noble. "What Teachers Make" by Taylor Mali is the book he wrote expanding on this poem, defending the teaching profession--the most rewarding career out there. I sat in Barnes & Noble and read the whole book straight through. More like devoured it. It was so good--motivating, empowering, and tear-jerking. While I'm in the midst of searching for and applying for teaching jobs, it was nice to take a break from the immense stress of it all (I'm so stressed I'm getting sick) and sit back and read a book, but not just any book. A book that reminded me why I'm doing what I'm doing. I can't wait until I have my own classroom and can dig in. Until then....

If you are an educator I highly recommend reading this book. It will re-inspire you. And now that it's just about summer break, what better time. You will not be disappointed. I give it 5 stars!!

The original poem:

What Teachers Make
by Taylor Mali

He says the problem with teachers is
What’s a kid going to learn
from someone who decided his best option in life
was to become a teacher?
He reminds the other dinner guests that it’s true
what they say about teachers:
Those who can, do; those who can’t, teach.
I decide to bite my tongue instead of his
and resist the temptation to remind the dinner guests
that it’s also true what they say about lawyers.
Because we’re eating, after all, and this is polite conversation.

I mean, you’re a teacher, Taylor.
Be honest. What do you make?

And I wish he hadn’t done that— asked me to be honest—
because, you see, I have this policy about honesty and ass-­‐kicking:
if you ask for it, then I have to let you have it.
You want to know what I make?
I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.
I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional Medal of Honor
and an A-­‐ feel like a slap in the face.
How dare you waste my time
with anything less than your very best.
I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall
in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.
No, you may not ask a question.
Why won’t I let you go to the bathroom?
Because you’re bored.
And you don’t really have to go to the bathroom, do you?
I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:
Hi. This is Mr. Mali. I hope I haven’t called at a bad time,
I just wanted to talk to you about something your son said today.
To the biggest bully in the grade, he said,
“Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don’t you?
It’s no big deal.”
And that was noblest act of courage I have ever seen.
I make parents see their children for who they are
and what they can be.

You want to know what I make? I make kids wonder,
I make them question.
I make them criticize.
I make them apologize and mean it.
I make them write.
I make them read, read, read.
I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful
over and over and over again until they will never misspell
either one of those words again.
I make them show all their work in math
and hide it on their final drafts in English.
I make them understand that if you’ve got this,
then you follow this,
and if someone ever tries to judge you
by what you make, you give them this.

Here, let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:
Teachers make a ------- difference! Now what about you?