What Techers Make, or Objection Overruled, or If things don't work out, you can always go to law school, by Taylor Mali

What Teachers Make, or Objection Overruled, or If Things Don't Work Out, You Can Always Go To Law School by Taylor Mali

He says the problem with teachers is, "What's a kid going to learn

from someone who decided his best option in life was to become a teacher?"

He reminds the other dinner guests that it's true what they say about

teachers:

Those who can, do; those who can't, teach.

I decide to bite my tongue instead of his

and resist the temptation to remind the other dinner guests

that it's also true what they say about lawyers.

Because we're eating, after all, and this is polite company.

"I mean, you're a teacher, Taylor," he says.

"Be honest. What do you make?"

And I wish he hadn't done that

(asked me to be honest)

because, you see, I have a policy

about honesty and ass-kicking:

if you ask for it, I have to let you have it.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids work harder than they ever thought they could.

I can make a C+ feel like a Congressional medal of honor

and an A- feel like a slap in the face.

How dare you waste my time with anything less than your very best.

I make kids sit through 40 minutes of study hall

in absolute silence. No, you may not work in groups.

No, you may not ask a question.

Why won't I let you get a drink of water?

Because you're not thirsty, you're bored, that's why.

I make parents tremble in fear when I call home:

I hope I haven't called at a bad time,

I just wanted to talk to you about something Billy said today.

Billy said, "Leave the kid alone. I still cry sometimes, don't you?"

And it was the noblest act of courage I have ever seen.

I make parents see their children for who they are

and what they can be.

You want to know what I make?

I make kids wonder,

I make them question.

I make them criticize.

I make them apologize and mean it.

I make them write, write, write.

And then I make them read.

I make them spell definitely beautiful, definitely beautiful, definitely

beautiful

over and over and over again until they will never misspell

either one of those words again.

I make them show all their work in math.

And hide it on their final drafts in English.

I make them understand that if you got this (brains)

then you follow this (heart) and if someone ever tries to judge you

by what you make, you give them this (the finger).

Let me break it down for you, so you know what I say is true:

I make a goddamn difference! What about you?

Dentro

Sociedade. A sociedade é para as pessoas o que um mordomo é para os livros de mistério. Um monte de gente que não sabem realmente o qual é a causa de cada mal que lhes aflige. Não têm conhecimento, interesse ou coragem de apontar o dedo e dizer é você. Você é o culpado do mal. Têm preguiça de pegar a pá e cavar em busca da raíz. Afinal, é muito mais fácil culpar aquilo que todos culpam, aquilo que ninguém sabe realmente o que é. Sociedade. Um conjunto de pessoas reclamando dos problemas que um conjunto de pessoas faz. A roupa suja não se limpa sozinha.

Sociedade. Um monstro de sete cabeças, que pode ser estudado, mas nunca compreendido. De cada ângulo que você olha, uma coisa. Um problema daqui, uma vantagem de lá. A sociedade é como a verdade, ninguém sabe o que ela é.

Talk with Sooyoung, from Korea

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You: Buddy the elf, what's your favourite color?

Stranger: blue

You: like the sky or like the ocean?

Stranger: like the ocean

You: oh, nice choice

Stranger: yeah ☺

You: so, wazzup?

Stranger: nothing special, you?

You: huh

You: i play chess

Stranger: really

Stranger: I think difficult

You: you find a way

You: asl?

Stranger: 16 f korea

You: oh, that's nice

You: im 15 m brazil

Stranger: wow

Stranger: another side

You: yeah, hahaha

You: so, what's your favourite food?

Stranger: Sushi

You: here we eat rice and beans

Stranger: good

You: but we do have a few places where they sell oriental food

Stranger: yeah cool, here don't have places with brazilian food

Stranger: :(

You: too bad