#teacher

Some people spend their whole life trying to be liked by others. Some people spend their whole life hoping to be liked for not trying to be liked by others. ↗

— Tim J. Brooks

#life

The educator has the duty of not being neutral. ↗

— Paulo Freire

#neutrality #students #teachers #change

Many African societies divide humans into three categories: those still alive on the earth, the sasha, and the zamani. The recently departed whose time on earth overlapped with people still here are the sasha, the living-dead. They are not wholly dead, for they still live in the memories of the living, who can call them to mind, create their likeness in art, and bring them to life in anecdote. When the last person to know an ancestor dies, that ancestor leaves the sasha for the zamani, the dead. As generalised ancestors, the zamani are not forgotten but revered. Many … can be recalled by name. But they are not the living-dead. There is a difference. ↗

— James W Loewen

#death-and-dying #ghosts #lies-my-teacher-told-me #spirits #art

A father has to be a provider, a teacher, a role model, but most importantly, a distant authority figure who can never be pleased. Otherwise, how will children ever understand the concept of God? ↗

— Stephen Colbert

#teacher

I accidentally vaporize my pre-algebra teacher ↗

— Rick Riordan

#teacher

Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers. ↗

— Charles William Eliot

#books #constant #counselors #friends #most

Tell me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I learn. ↗

— Benjamin Franklin

#mentoring #parenting #teacher #parenting

The Voice There is a voice inside of you That whispers all day long, "I feel this is right for me, I know that this is wrong." No teacher, preacher, parent, friend Or wise man can decide What's right for you--just listen to The voice that speaks inside. ↗

— Shel Silverstein

#inner-voice #leaders #parents #right #teachers

Even the Inquisitor's eyebrows shot up when Magnus strode through the gate. The High Warlock was wearing black leather pants, a belt with a buckle in the shape of a jeweled M, and a cobalt-blue Prussian military jacket open over a white lace shirt. He shimmered with layers of glitter. His gaze rested for a moment on Alec's face with amusement and a hint of something else before moving on to Jace, prone on the ground. "Is he dead?" he inquired. "He looks dead." "No," snapped Maryse. "He's not dead." "Have you checked? I could kick him if you want." Magnus moved toward Jace. "Stop that!" the Inquisitor snapped, sounding like Clary's third-grade teacher demanding that she stop doodling on her desk with a marker. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#imogen-herondale #magnus-bane #teacher

All I could think of was that the teachers must've found the illegal stash of candy I'd been selling out of my dorms room. Or maybe they'd realized I got my Essay on Tom Sawyer from the Internet without ever reading the book and now they were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book. ↗

— Rick Riordan

#guilt #plagiarism #teacher