President’s Message

Dr. David Ross

Reflections from a Teacher at the End of a School Year

            This morning I was reflecting on the CEC Convention in New Orleans , the wonderful ideas for DVI involvement and the great articles planned for the Q when I felt a stream of light hit my arm.  As I looked out the window I noticed it was bright and sunny … about 75 degrees with a slight breeze and a few whispers of clouds … sounds nice doesn’t it.  I’m thinking it would be fun to see trees blooming and emerald green grass peaking from the soil on a golf course near home, but I have decided to write instead.  I’m a pretty lucky guy to have the opportunity to write this message.  There are many opportunities for golf, but I only have the opportunity to write this message a few times.

            As much as I like to visit and play on beautiful golf courses, I like to visit and play in beautiful schools more.  There is nothing like a 280 yard drive over water to the center of a fairway, except the view of children jumping out of a mini van or off the steps of a big yellow bus in front of a school; or a child using a cane to independently walk into the building and to the classroom with other excited children. 

            I so enjoy being a teacher.  Recently someone asked what I liked about being a professor and I said being a teacher.  One of the best things about being a professor is the opportunity to see children learning and to see many wonderful teachers as I venture away from campus to supervise student teachers.  I am fortunate that I still have the opportunity to work with students, although they are older, and now I get to see these students working with children. 

            A few weeks ago I visited with a high school senior.  I first met her as a second grader and now she is preparing for college.  It’s almost like she was one of my students.  I have been privileged to witness her and her teacher through my student teachers as she learned to read using Braille; now she is an avid reader.  I have seen her O&M instructor teaching her stairs; how see travels independently anyplace she wishes to go.  I watched as her teacher requested new pieces of technology; now she uses the newest equipment with ease.  I watched as she made friends and went to football games; now I will see her graduate second in a class of 600 students.      

            I recently read statistics pointing out that 50% of teachers leave the field within five years, that is not new, but what surprised me the most was that 40% of the teachers said they would pick another career if they could go back and start over.  They are still teaching because after being a teacher for more than five years, it’s hard to start over in a new career.  Something happened to these teachers along the education pathway.  Teaching can be wonderful, but it does have its dark side too, I guess I’m not smart enough to stop in the dark, but just keep walking and bumping along until it becomes light again.

I was thinking back to why I became a teacher (and yes every now and then I think it would be a lot easier to be flipping hamburgers someplace – but that passes quickly).  It’s good to stop and remember the good things; the successful students, the happy parents, the feeling that comes from doing a job well.  Sometimes the negative things standout, I remember a professor years ago telling my class that the negative is more powerful than the positive in our memory – so we better do something about that he said.  He was right. 

            Yes, I see more beauty in schools than on a dew covered golf course as the sun rises over the first green; to be a teacher is, well, there are no adjectives that can describe it.  I hope you feel the same way, too.  If you enjoy teaching email me at dross@kutztown.edu – if you are not enjoying teaching email me too.  There is no prize for emailing, and no wonderful hidden reward, I just would like to hear from you.  Read the wonderful articles DVI has in this edition of the Q.  Have a wonderful summer. 

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