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Topic: Teachers (07/12/04)

TITLE: Hope for the Future
By Joanne Malley
07/12/04

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The sound of freedom rings through the halls of Kennedy High. The bell is a sweet melody to my ears, since teaching is beginning to take its toll.

I continued speaking to the students through the deafening sound.

"Ok, class, that'll be all for today. Remember to bring in your short stories tomorrow about the person you most admire."

I heard the usual complaining, but nowadays, I have the pleasure of hearing a few choice words to go along with the grumbling!

I guess the whining about the assignment wasn't enough, so Heather Moore, the one who's always been well dressed with rather good grades shocked me. She decided it was appropriate to give me the finger, so I decided it was appropriate for her story to be three times longer than everyone else's. I was dissapointed in myself for taking such pleasure in her punishment!

Years ago, I used to enjoy teaching in my classroom. Now, it feels more like I'm teaching in a giant fishbowl. I'm now disguised as a piece of raw meat, waiting for the piranhas to eat me alive! The youngsters today have evolved into a new breed!

I shuffled my papers into a neat pile and sighed at the amount of reports I needed to grade tonight. This is becoming a drudgery, I thought to myself, as Sam Hutton, one of the few hopefuls in my English class interrupted my thoughts.

"Umm, Mr. Dunmore?"

"Yes, Sam."

"I just wanted to thank you for talking with me last week about my interest in becoming a teacher. I know I'm only in ninth grade and all, but I think it's what I really want to do. I want to be a great teacher just like you," Sam said proudly.

"Well, Sam, you can certainly follow your dreams, and if you have any questions, I'll be happy to answer them. And, thank you for the compliment."

"Sure, Mr. Dunmore," he cheerfully responded.

While Sam was gathering his books, I noticed he was the last one left in the classroom.

"You have a promising future in whatever you choose to do, Sam." You're one of the special ones," I remarked.

He looked up at me wearing a soft smile. I know those words permeated his rather weakened self-esteem, for the look of true acceptance and hope washed over him.

He certainly didn't get the acceptance he needed from most of the students. He was one of those "geeks" as the "clueless" ones referred to him. Having a soft spot for Sam, I often made sure I provided the acceptance and encouragement he needed.

Forty years of teaching has taught me many things. Lately, they are things I'd rather forget. Soon, I will try to do just that. I have one month left until retirement.

* * * * * * * * * *

A new day dawns at Kennedy High. The bell rings once again. Ironically, that familiar sound which often offers freedom, now only serves to imprison me for the next seven hours. The years of escalating decline have surely molded my current feelings.

I closed the door after entering the classroom and settled myself at my desk. While opening my briefcase containing the day's lesson, I asked the students to pass their stories to the front of the room about the person they admire the most.

While waiting, I realized my time as Mr. Dunmore, the teacher, is running short. It's finally sinking in that over forty years of hopes and dreams for my students will end in this classroom.

Now holding all the stories in my hand, I glanced throught he pile. My eyes settled on a story entitled, "Mr. Dunmore, My Encouragement and My Friend." I knew this wasn't Heather Moore's paper! The author was Sam Hutton. Anxious to read his story, I knew it would warm my heart and be worth all my years of effort. I wiped a lone tear from my cheek so no one could see.

Next month, I will leave the teaching profession I once loved. The students are now also teachers themselves, of disrespect, foul language, bad attitudes and diminishing moral values.

Teachers. We leave behind what we happened to improve. We also leave behind what has been destroyed. Sadly, I leave behind Sam and those like him.

I sighed and prayed for God to handle the rest.


Member Comments
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Kenny Paul Clarkson07/19/04
The concern for Sam is, unfortunately, an element missing in many teachers.

Excellent story!
darlene hight07/19/04
A word aptly spoken is like golden apples in settings of silver- I take courage that there are still teachers who care enough to be saddened by the decline.
Marcell Billinghurst07/19/04
An excellent story, which showed a strong role model for this student. A true teacher who knew the value of encouraging hiis students. Very well done.
Mary Elder-Criss07/19/04
Joanne,

You have a gift for bringing characters to life. Mr. Dunmore may have felt like he failed , but if he touched and made a difference in one life..I consider that a big success. I look forward to reading more of your work.
Blessings! Mary
Gary Warren07/19/04
The title says it all. There is Hope for the future. Nice piece.
Phyllis Inniss 07/19/04
I know how you feel Joanne. I've been there. I prayed for the students. I thought they needed some prayers in their life.
Jean Boulmay07/20/04
Excellent!
L.M. Lee07/20/04
Gosh, this was a hard story to read. My father was a teacher and this could have been his retirement speech...but he never got a thanks from a special student. He retired feeling resolutely defeated.
gillian liversedge07/20/04
Joanne, I really relate to your article. I also teach, and know how discouraging it can be at time. But life and death is in the power of the tongue, and teachers are in an incredible position of influence. Praise God for the opportunity to impact people's lives! Gillian.
Kevin Kindrick07/21/04

Once again, you amaze me with an excellently written story, this time from another's veiwpoint. I truly enjoy your work, and the messages contained therein. Keep it up!
John Hunt07/23/04
Good article...a bit somber, but good. Well written.
Karen O'Leary07/23/04
Wonderful story. I enjoyed it.
Karen Treharne07/24/04
I have many teacher friends and hear their misgivings and feelings of defeat often. However, among the five that I know personally, not one of them has ever given up hope, and I thank God for their dedication and caring. A wonderful story bring to life the frustration and gratification when all seems lost and just one person recognizes your worth. I agree with the others, well-written and interesting. I do love happy endings!
Dan Blankenship07/25/04
Great job Joanne,

I enjoyed this piece a great deal. I had teachers who made a huge difference in my life. I think the story accurately portrays today's school situation in most neighborhoods. Thanks for posting this article.

God Bless.
Sincerely,
Dan Blankenship
Julie Pisacane07/26/04
Amen. This got my vote!
Beautiful, truthful story .