My Favorite Teacher Challenge

in beingsocial •  28 days ago 

Before I explain this weeks challenge, I wish to give thanks to the several who participated in last weeks challenge. The participation level has humbled me, and I thank everyone who took part.

We saw a participation from some of the previous week(s), as well as some new additions. I'm already beginning to get a better feel for some of those who've participated more than once, our familiarity from such sharing deepening our bonds and understanding. Which is really what social blockchain is all about. Knowing, learning and understanding one another. And if one is lucky, a growing sense of caring and appreciation as we begin to see one another more clearly.

Here Are The Entries From Last Weeks Challenge.

There is still time to read and vote for these posts if you've not had a chance yet, although some of them are close to the point of closure. A huge thank you to all who are participating and curating these challenges. So, now for this weeks challenge. I hope that many of you will find it compelling enough to participate.

My Favorite Teacher.

This weeks challenge is to write about your favorite teacher. Tell us how this person impacted your life, what made them so special for you.

School is often difficult, both due to learning our way in navigating the often cruel dynamics of social situations coupled with teachers who often don't care who are tasked with presenting dry boring presentations.

However, I think it not uncommon for us to have that one teacher (perhaps even more) who shined for us. Who really cared, and went out of their way to see us. Who decided to take that dry presentation and make it intriguing. Or as mineopoly discussed in a recent post, to personalize the learning experience.

So here are the rules.

  • Share with us what made your teacher so compelling to you. Please be as thorough as possible. Such an examination given enough depth illuminates not only what made the teacher shine, but the dynamics that compel such a bond between mentor and student.
  • I Will Only Guarantee The First FIVE qualifying Posts Linked Here In The Comments Will Receive A Full Upvote From Me. I say this as a precaution. For two weeks in a row I've had six entries and all have been upvoted. This is just in case at some point this challenge dares become more successful than my expectations. My commitment to those of you participating is strong, my gratitude immense.

  • I'll Also Be Upvoting Great Comments On These Posts. If The Comment Is Such Quality It Could Be A Post Itself, Don't Be Surprised If It Also Receives A Full Upvote By Me. So Don't Be Discouraged I Can Only Pick The First Five Qualifying Posts. I would like to add that I hope as the weeks go on, that we see more participation in the comment sections. One of the main drives of these challenges are to spark bonds that tie us together. Please don't be hesitant to comment on one anothers posts. And if you have been sitting on the sidelines not ready to participate, please don't be shy in interacting with the authors. They are opening themselves up for all of us. Acknowledgment for such daring and trust is an act of edification that not only gives affirmation to the author, it also reveals your sense of community.

  • The Tag beingsocial Needs To Be Used. Hopefully It Will Make The Posts More Easily Findable For Others.

  • Copy pasting from other sources defeats the intent of this challenge. That will result in a disqualification.

  • I can for whatever reason decide your post doesn't qualify. However, I don't foresee this happening.

  • Please just try to have fun with this. Don’t allow fear of any stigma normally associated with such revelations deter you. It is through exploration we make self discoveries, and shame on those who would deter you from such knowledge.

Now For Who My Favorite Teacher Was.

In order to give a proper context for my favorite teacher, its necessary you know a little more about who I was when I was lucky enough for my path to cross with his.

From an early age, when my dad left my mom, my life was one filled with violence and anger. Born with a natural love in my heart, my kindness was often mistaken as weakness as well. Due to both external and internal circumstances, I found myself the recipient of much violence both in the home and out.

Much of this was due to my mothers anger at my dad leaving. Her hatred of him gave her a vendetta that saw her willing to use myself as a weapon against him. Coupled with her marrying my extremely violent stepfather who was quick to beat, my views as I began aging became jaded. I had begun running away from home when I was seven to escape my stepfather, to escape the war my mother had against my father. Of course I was always dragged back by the authorities, who viewed myself as the problem, not them.

By the time I reached the sixth grade, my anger had grown from smoldering to hard to contain. It was during this period that my distrust of medical experts had solidified. My mother used doctors as one of her weapons against my father, as he was court ordered to pay for them. I probably saw more doctors between the ages of four to this point than many of you will in your entire life. You will see shortly why this is pertinent to the sharing.

Enter Mr. Peters and the sixth grade. By the time I met him, my boredom with school, coupled with my disdain for most adults who left me powerless in my path was strong. I had begun lifting weights and practicing martial arts, my plans to stop being a punching bag outside the home now a strong flame within me.

I was immediately drawn to him. From day one he was engaging with the class. He had a humor to him, a patience that not only allowed one to be themselves, but encouraged it.

I had been quite an avid reader from when I was very young, and once he recognized this in me he seemed to take a special interest in me.

My father had taught me to play chess when I was around six, and by the time I met Mr. Peters was actually already quite good at it. Mr. Peters loved chess as well, and during recess he would offer to play us students. If we could beat him, we got our pick of a candy bar from the assortment he would bring in. I beat him several times a week.

But even if I hadn't, playing against him was very entertaining. He was such a fun personality, and engaging as he was quick to compliment yet slow to criticize. If you made a mistake, he would use the situation to explain alternate ways one could have went about it.

He had this thing he would do. If you were to get him with a joking insult while he was lecturing, he would come over laughing. He would congratulate you verbally as he would smack you in the back with some force. It would sting a little, but the way he did it wasn't malicious. Several of us boys would try several times per week to get him good enough to get one of his congratulations.

As winter began setting in, I got him really good with this. Wearing my heavy coat, I put my schoolbooks under it. I got him good, and he came and smacked my back in congratulations. His surprise at his hand stinging from the books made everyone laugh. Even him. He thought it was hilarious.

Now I must qualify before moving on with this. I was still a horrible student. In so many ways I was apathetic towards so many things, school being one of them. I learned more from the many books I began reading at an early age than school was teaching me. School was boring, the books in the libraries I had access to not so much.

So despite my intelligence, my grades were pathetic to say the least. I simply didn't care. I had given up on the world, and what it proclaimed was important.

Now we have the foundation in place. I can begin describing the intensity that made my relationship with him so memorable.

During the first half of the sixth grade, my mother had begun consulting with a specialist regarding a supposed leg defect I was born with. Always able to find medical people who would aid her in fleecing my father (water rises to its own level), my regular doctor put her in touch with this specialist.

It was decided I would have major leg surgery. Consisting of cutting my bone off at the knee, extracting a small bone out of my ankle, turning the shin bone slightly and stapling it back together so it would grow back together.

It was quite a painful procedure, and I was in the hospital for weeks.

Mr. Peters didn't want to lose me as his student due to this. Despite my apathy, he saw something in him that made him want to go the extra mile for me. When my mother had told him I would be missing so much time it would cause me to need to repeat the sixth grade, he volunteered to come to the house and teach me there so I could finish the sixth grade on time.

He came to the hospital several times to see how I was. Bringing candy and magazines. And then, once I was home, he began stopping by the house after school to teach me. He would usually stay for an hour and a half to two hours.

After our studies and any quizzes or tests, he would get his candy bars out and we would play chess.

Without the other children as a distraction for myself, my pathetic grades went from low marks to all A's. Now that the education was one on one, he was able to tailor his teaching just for myself. Making it so very interesting, as we were able to discuss things in depth without interruption. Able to discuss things he might otherwise not be able to in the presence of others.

I will forever be grateful to this man who saw something in that angry lonely child who felt much hurt and anger at the world. It didn't stop me from continuing down an angry path for the next several years, didn't stop me from becoming an expert at fighting and finding fights long after there was no longer a need for this. But it gave me a lifeline.

Restored my nobility in some ways, that it wasn't foolish to have a kind nature. That I wasn't alone in such nature.

Once our time together became one on one, my education became more personable, allowing me to learn what I refused to before. All made possible because he wanted to teach me more than what was in the forced curriculum. Wanted to teach me that Caring and Kindness are admirable, and that two people can build a real bond even though so many in the world abhor real connections.

He was a remarkable man, mentor and friend. We stayed in touch on and off through the rest of my teens, when I wasn't in trouble. And when I got married the first time to my sons mother, he honored me by coming to my wedding.

I reminisce about him over the years. So many lessons he taught me ones I realized well after we lost touch with one another. Examples from his conduct that grew to have meaning for me in ways I was unable to verbalize at the time he taught them. A true teacher, his dedication to children, to REALLY TEACHING because he came from a position of caring made him a true hero. A true friend, which I suspect the best teachers need to be.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you have found my sharing on Mr. Peters to be compelling. Every now and then someone comes across our path who creates defining moments for us, sometimes in an awesome way such as Mr. Peters. This challenge is meant to acknowledge these great men and women, so we can all see that they are around us more than so often seems the case.

I look forward to reading of your experiences with a teacher that left a mark on your life, and helped shape you in a great way towards being a better you. One could say that as rycharde would reference them, they are silent heroes. Unknown to most, yet so powerfully known to those they bring love and understanding to. Compelling examples of what could be if we understand their motivations and actions. Choosing to emulate the very ways that made them special. That were such a blessing for ourselves.

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I had to read this post twice so as not to miss any details.
I have run out of words to write a great comment, sometimes I think that silence says more than a thousand words, but since this is a social network then our means of communication is through words. For this reason, I will only say sincerely thank you for opening your heart with us and showing such a sensitive part of yourself, such as the experience of childhood and everything that you had to live.
I once told you that we can always be better people and age doesn't matter.

Life has taught you in different ways, now I can understand your armor and your self-protection, so I see with joy being able to know more about you in such a beautiful way.

I thank Blurt for having the opportunity to meet you, I don't exactly remember the date but I would love to be able to remember it lol.

I share a big hug with you and continue to encourage and motivate others. Good vibes. ;)

As always, thank you for such kind views and words. I normally don't share so deeply of my life, but I'm hoping that if I lead by example others will follow. Not that it need be so revealing as mine, but sharing involves a level of revealing. Perhaps if others see it they will also reveal and create connections when they see not only the reveal, but the reaction from others such as yourself that is kindness, a medicine of sorts that helps soothe such scars that we all are burdened with.

I have had some good teachers, but there is one in particular that I think of sometimes and whom I am very grateful to.
He was my social studies teacher and a very interested person in politics. Often he started the lesson with a current topic and he explained the background and context to us. In other words: he taught me to be critical, to question, to use my mind, to think! I am very, very grateful to him!
There is nothing more to say about this, so I do not post anything; but wanted to tell you anyway.

Thank you for sharing. He sounds like a man who cared that his students understood the currents taking place around them. Context is always crucial, and not always because it's the only view to see a circumstance. The introduction of contexts aids greatly in ones cognitive development, something most teachers seem wary to teach.

Your comment here is great even though you have no post on this. The real reason of my contests is to try to spark conversations, which is through comments. I'm hopeful that as the weeks go by, more will not only participate, but will read the other entries and begin interacting on those posts. So we can say you skipped the post and went straight for the comment. :)

Isn't it the best thing for a teacher when the students remember him for decades and are grateful for his teaching?

Such a great person, Mr. Peters!
Your life would probably have been different without him.

Yes he was. I can say I love that man more than almost anyone. Perhaps only a couple I love more in my entire life. He was a lifeline I will always be thankful for.

My favorite Teacher was LIFE !

Looking at this from the teacher's POV, I can understand his feelings. I used to run a Gifted Club at school - sadly was only after-school and had to be called something; they didn't like it being called the Peculiar Children Club.

Anyway, I know from experience that few teachers are able to recognise real ability in their students and hence just default to marks on paper. So I would purposely leave the club as open to all - I mean, it will be a self-selecting sample as not every kid enjoys the challenges.

And, every so often, a kid would turn up and - totally different to his grades - would thrive and really enjoy what would otherwise be "hard work". When asked, they would invariably say that they enjoy that it's interesting and complex and they discover topics they would never ever come across in the desiccated granulated syllabus. Was fun for me too!

they didn't like it being called the Peculiar Children Club.

Still chuckling over this title.

Anyway, I know from experience that few teachers are able to recognise real ability in their students and hence just default to marks on paper.

Part of this to blame is they don't want children to be truly educated. It is training to be obedient while serving as a daycare while the parent(s) go toil away at their jobs. Many in the so called teaching profession are little more than programmed babysitters who aren't critical thinkers themselves.

We have seen this be exasperated over the decades as they seek to medicate the unruly children (usually boys) who are strong willed and rebel against both the boring curriculum coupled with the war on their being their natural, inquisitive energetic selves.

Your response gave me another glimpse into your life as well, thank you. I was unaware that you had been/are a teacher, let alone one who like Mr. Peters not only saw but then engaged with students.

You will appreciate this fact I left out of my story above.

When I went to have the surgery, my desk was crammed with stuff, mostly papers. Mr. Peters was astonished when he cleaned it out. Most of my bad marks was for not turning in homework. He had assumed I wasn't doing it. He found much of the homework in my desk completed, I just didn't care about turning it in, lol. I can't really say why I didn't, as it was so long ago at times it seems as if that boy I was/is someone different.

But if I was to hazard a guess, it was probably done as a means for myself to get more of his time. Although I was also renowned for not turning in homework in the other grades with other teachers, I usually just didn't do it. The fact I did it and put it in my desk where it could be found is telling. I was desperate for what he brought to our table, so that makes the most sense.

I spent much energy avoiding undergoing formal teacher training - I've even written dissertations in the vain attempt to leapfrog the banal teaching certificate - was on gifted kids ;-) I'm sure the sleepwokers hated them but they were immaculately referenced. I've even taught university courses - ironic that professors don't need to prove didactic skills.

movie: Miss Peregrine's Home for Peculiar Children (I think). A bit like an X-men prequel with X-kids, but with humour.

About ten years ago I made the mistake of going for an associates in HVAC. The man who taught the core HVAC classes was a retired contractor, his son taking over his business. He was very successful, Sadly, he failed to mention during that time no one would hire a man my age. To many young men coming out with the same education.

However, to the point you make above. One of my electives was an Excel class.

My teacher didn't even know how to use Excel. You would print out the end result and she would compare it to her answer book. If you had any question at all during the exercise, she couldn't help and you had to find a student who already knew Excel but needed the "official" paper stating they did to meet work qualifications. I was in shock they wouldn't at least find a qualified teacher. But I guess it might be cheaper just to toss any warm body in the spot with an answer book. Gotta maximize that profit, being the American way and all.

I've wondered since early on how mnay gifted students are drugged due to the recommendation of their idiot school teachers so they can focus more on being good babysitters without the children being a pain and actually being children.

A big thank you from students like myself for giving a shit and being that rock in the turbulent water for students to climb on and see around them before being forced back into the waters of commonality and lies.

I've often wondered what could have happened had I been born later, with the obsession for medicating behaviour. Disobedience is now a psychiatric "condition".
free copy of the infamous DSM.

I was unfortunate to be part of the initial wave of medicating. In the 2nd grade they (the school) convinced my mom to have me go to some testing center for awhile, and they placed me on Ritalen for about half a year. Because I supposedly was hyperactive (they didn't have the multitude of disorders then as they do today, lol). My dad was livid, but unable to legally stop it. It was around this time I began running away from home, so in hindsight I wonder if my mom was under the impression it was the Ritalen, and not the abuse. Would explain why she got me off so quickly letting my dad off the hook for making those payments. :)

In studies I read years ago, they say that Ritalen is similar to Cocaine. Just what ever 7 year old needs. Can't argue with the "experts" on these matters, especially now that they've turned medicine into the new religion with doctors as their priests.

I really don't understand how the masses believe this shit. medical tyranny. Really doesn't take many firing neurons to figure out the deep scam.

Only in my late teens did the docs experiment on drugs (lmao). Actually, we still had a private Polish doctor - tho different - and he didn't seem to be pressing. So I figured if I took 5 tablets I could feel what it was really doing - didn't like the brain-death so never took any again.

The thing that amused me was that I ended up seeing some people who later became quite famous psychoanalysts - and they all said I was fine! certainly saner than them!! The only creep was one guy selling me "group therapy" - fuck that, it was boring. In the end I developed my own technique to resolve the depression. Interestingly, is not dissimilar to Dabrowski's positive disintegration with some Jung thrown in ;-)

I'm unfamiliar with Dabrowski, but curious to read up on him since you say it helped in your battles. I appreciated Jung from an early age, and it's a wonder he got any traction at all considering how badly Dr. Fraud tried to use his monopoly to discredit him. While I never dove deeply into it, I was not repulsed by a branch of psychology called gestalt. I must admit that both through personal experiences with them forced upon me, coupled with many observations on others dealing with them, from an early age I've held the field itself with much disdain bordering horror. This view of mine has probably been a wall for me over the years as I never looked at it with much vigor, other than some work I read many years ago by Jung.

As to the tyranny, the masses are definitely showing the scenes from the movie the Matrix are real. Most turning into Agent Smith the moment the program is jarred from its normal operations. The programming is real.

One thing that is characteristic of such "hidden gifted" is their ability, from a young age, to learn by themselves, going off at whatever tangents they find interesting - and not bounded by the confines of an arid syllabus.

That is an apt description of my early life. My dad taught me a love for reading, and his library contained so many interesting books. I spent hours daily immersing myself into other worlds and views. Soaking up language while learning so many views and such.

Here is my entry post to join in this contest. I hope you will be interested.

Thank you for sharing your compelling experience with us. As I suspected, there are traits common between our two teachers. Both their understanding of human nature, coupled with their caring to take care not to injure their students fragile positions enabled them to be true teachers.

Great post - insightful and moving.

Thank you for reading and the kind words.

Obviously it is.

Now that is gonna be hard to beat!
But we shall see...

Thank you. I'm sure that we will see many great entries that show these great men and women are not as rare as one might think. I met a few others in my life that were of similar cloth, but in different positions than teaching.

I believe, A teacher is a second guardian of us.

Thank you so much for liking my previous post, and for selecting it.
I respect all teachers, I like everyone. But I will make a post about my favourite teacher.
Did you have any such teacher? Whom did you like less before but now you miss him a lot? Actually i have one... Ha ha ha

I look forward to reading what you share with us. :)

Thank you, for giving us a beautiful challenge. Thanks a lot, I just made a post. Which is about my favourite teacher. Dr. Mansur Ali, is a Professor in the Department of Statistics, Rajshahi University.

I am surprised to read about your favourite teacher. From here I can know some unknown about you also. It is very hard to grow up with one of your parents. I can feel it little from my mother. She lost her mother when she was at only one. I can remember somtimes she cuddle me and then ask to tell her how it feels when mom cares her children.

You have faced a physical problem by birth. That means you have gone through both physical and mental problems. And you overcomed it perfectly and you are now a successful man after all as I think.

I am pleased to know that you have got an wonderful, friendly and wise man as your teacher. He loved and cared you much. It is your good luck that you have found him. I think there is much more good effect of your teacher behind where you are now. When we get a good companionship of a good people, it becomes very easy to gain success and a better position in our life. Anyway thanks for sharing your good experience.

I will join here soon. InshaAllah.

You have faced a physical problem by birth.

It actually wasn't a problem. Before the surgery I participated in sports, martial arts, track and weight lifting to name a few. The surgery was unnecessary other than as a means to extract money out of my fathers possession.

Thank you for your entry. :)

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How sad to read about your parents, I do not understand how there are women who can pay for their anger of separation with their children. Each person has their way of acting but the truth is I have never understood that ... my sister-in-law when she argued with my brother, she mistreated my niece when she was little ... and that bothered me a lot !!

Thank God Mr. Peters appeared in your life, God always puts an angel on the path to help us soften the bitter moments we have in life, in my case it would not be a teacher, but if I have a couple of friends who they have always been there when there was a difficult time.

Mr. Peters was truly a great teacher, as well as passionate about his profession, he was a great person who also cared for you personally.

It's sad indeed how so many mothers can use their children (and pets too I've seen) as weapons. I don't understand it myself. It's quite monstrous really.

It was a sad time indeed. I will always be grateful for Mr. Peters, the love I have for him one as strong as any blood relative. He was my mentor, and my friend. I was unsure of this post due to the things I had to reveal from my childhood, but it was necessary for understanding the impact the man had on my life, the burdens he chose to lift in his desire to help me. I'm a strong believer in edification, and he is one from my life that is among the most deserving. His kindness and love allowed a place of shelter for me to breathe and blossom away from the harsh winds that gusted around me.

I do hope your niece has been able to overcome those early experiences. It's quite traumatizing when those entrusted with our well being, those who should love us the most betray that sacred bond.

Thank you for reading and commenting here.

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I am sorry to hear about some incident from your earlylife. I have a question to you? Though i am not sure is it right to ask you such question or not.

  1. Whom you love most, your father or mother?
  2. have you any hate for them as you father left your mother or your mother use you as a weapon Against him?
  1. My father for sure. Many of my problems with my mom and her husband were due to my loving him more, I was the spitting image of him and my refusal to hate him as she did. I can remember when I was four and she married my stepfather. They sat me down and she told me I was to call my stepdad my dad, and my real dad as my father, because any pig could father children. Her need for all to hate him as she did made her irrational and cruel.

  2. I used to hate my mother, but over the years it mellowed into a pity for her. She was like so many, unable to handle the harshness of life. Her demands to live in illusions were great, fed by her need to be in total control at all times.

My father left her as any real man would. She demanded total obedience from all around her, and no person of dignity and strength would be willing to submit.

I love(d) my father. he was a great man of intellect and strength. When I was younger I felt at times abandoned by him though, not understanding how vast the government apparatus is set up to force men from their children and make them pay to give the appearance many women are independent when they in fact or not. That however would require many posts to even skim the surface, and not sure an examination I wish to make here at Blurt.

It is awesome that we were writing these posts at the same time … this is not for the challenge
… but something I posted 15 minute ago … “Jesus teaches his Teacher the mystery of the Aleph Bet.


This is interesting. I was originally going to make this challenge one on our grandparents, and Angelica7 used the same theme for her New Vision Life. This makes this a week of synchronicity. Hopefully a great omen for what is happening here at Blurt. :)

I think my favourite teacher was books or Whoever told me it was important to read books and always go back to the original Source material. If it meant learning Hebrew or Aramaic to understand the Bible then that is what I needed to do. Maybe it was my 2nd year Architecture Professor who told me that.