**Please, don’t get me wrong. I am a believer. I do not in any way wish to belittle any religion. I simply wish to make the comparison as to how God and teachers get blamed for so much. I am simply pointing out similarities. If this offends you, don’t leave me a nasty comment because I am not going to publish it. Just take it for what it’s worth. **
Teachers are blamed for most of the ills of society. We are blamed for society falling apart. I say, instead of teachers being the ones to blame, we are, instead, one small part of the glue that holds it all together.
These are the ways, that I see it, that God and teachers are alike, or presumed to be alike.
People are first converted (start school), the converts (parents) think that God (teachers) is/are the answers to their prayers.
As long as everything is going right, then God (teacher) receives full credit.
As soon as anything, I mean anything, goes wrong, then God (teacher) is the worst thing ever created. God (the teacher) is corrupting their child. God (the teacher) shouldn’t have let it happen.
God is omnipotent, omnipresent, and omniscient. Teachers are supposed to be the same.
No one is ever supposed to get hurt on our watch. Even when they’re on the playground and out to lunch, when we can’t see them or aren’t supervising them.
God is responsible for the total, overall well-being of the child; as is the teacher.
God is the ever-present Father who protects; so also is the teacher, who is supposed to be the ever-present Mother who is supposed to protect.
God is perfect. Teachers are supposed to be too. We are never supposed to be absent because we’re sick. We are never supposed to lose our temper, even with the most trying of students. We are supposed to love everyone.
Well, I am here to burst a bubble and let everyone in on a little secret. Come a little closer so you can hear…
I am not God.
I am not omnipresent. I am not omniscient. Nor am I omnipotent.
I do not like some of my students.
I do occasionally get sick.
I do lose my temper.
I do wish that your child would find another school to make my life easier.
However, in spite of all of this, I still take care and protect your child. I still come to school when my imperfect body gets sick. I still continue to give your child my all, even when they disrupt to the point where I have to send them to a buddy teacher’s room and I wish I could take a belt to their little behinds to beat some sense into them. I still do all of this, because, although I am not God, or their mother or father, I am the next best thing. I am a teacher. HEAR ME ROAR!!!
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