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And just look at the type of emotion that movie was able to invoke in people. Keep in mind, as you head back to your classroom tomorrow, that that movie isn’t about superheroes or ninjas or X-Men - it’s about a teacher: One guy who just really cared. I think of the goosebumps, the inspiration and emotion that fluttered through me when I saw it as a kid, that still flutters through me, during so many scenes in that movie. To sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops. One of my favorite movies when I was in high school, and to this day, is “Dead Poet’s Society.” You are woven into the fabric of someone’s, of many someones, beings. I want teachers to know: Everything you do matters in ways you may not ever see realized.Įverything you do in your classroom is part of someone else's childhood. That the books they read will be remembered, that their names will be household names, and that what they teach - that they themselves - will not be forgotten. They don’t always realize they leave lifelong impressions. I could take you through each high school teacher, and college professor.Īs SouthCoast kids and teachers return to school, I want to remind teachers how important they are.īecause teachers often forget, or don't realize at all, how much they matter. MacNeil again, and we read “Romeo and Juliet” in an “easy English for middle schoolers” type format, but I thought it was the real thing, and I’m so excited that I can read Shakespeare, I’m walking on air. I read it again by myself at home.Įighth Grade: Mrs. I felt so bad for the old man in the story that I cry and rub the tears into my sweatshirt sleeve. Seventh Grade: We read “The Snow Goose,” by Paul Gallico aloud in Mrs. Kirschner reads aloud with different accents for each character, and dims the classroom lights like a movie theater. Sixth Grade: We read 'Where the Red Fern Grows,' by Wilson Rawls, and 'The Cay,' by Theodore Taylor, and 'The Great Gilly Hopkins,' by Katherine Paterson, and I remember all of these because Mrs. O has the books on tall carousels that I spin and spin in agonizing decision of what to read next.

Fifth Grade: We’re allowed to read anything we want during SSR.

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