If a teacher does not involve himself, his values, his commitments, in the course of discussion, why should the students?
In a sinful world, no community can exist for long where nobody is ever held accountable: no teacher would grade a student’s performance; no citizen would sit on a jury or call a failed leader to account.
A wisely chosen illustration is almost essential to fasten the truth upon the ordinary mind, and no teacher can afford to neglect this part of his preparation.
I felt like I was a teacher. But nowadays, I am as much a student of his. He writes a lot of what we play.
One of the most extraordinary things about being a spiritual teacher is the rare privilege of being able to look deeply into the very souls of many human beings at the same time.
I’m blessed with a good pair of ears. That’s how I fooled my piano teacher. I’d watch his fingers and I’d listen to it, and I just kind of basically learned it by myself.
I worked in theater my whole life. My mom was a drama teacher at my middle school. In high school, I was Drama Club President every year, and then I auditioned for conservatory acting programs.
He was the editor of our paper. He created the publishing house in Hebrew. He was – I wouldn’t say the ‘guru’ – but really he was our teacher and a most respected man. I wrote for the paper of the youth movement.
I have a terrible tendency to lick my fingers when I cook. So much so that I got a telling off from my pastry teacher years ago, who said it would hinder my prospects.
My father was a teacher, and there were teachers all around, his friends, they were working for the Government and their behaviour was within strictly limited areas.
Thus, the standard library will serve as both a tool and as a teacher.
My time at the Denver Public Schools taught me there is no harder, or more important, job than being a teacher.
If I’d stayed at college I would have become a teacher.
I did imitations of anyone who came to my parents’ house, and that was my identity at school – if there were ten minutes to lunch, and the teacher was done with the lesson, he’d say, ‘Okay, Leo, get up there and do something.’
I learnt martial arts from a Japanese teacher.
I was performing at a New Jersey high school, and I asked a class of 2,000 students, ‘How many of you love mathematics?’ and only one hand went up. And that was the hand of the maths teacher!
Muriel, my mother, was my main confidant. She was a teacher of English at Watford grammar school but took a break while my sister Madeleine and I were children. She held court in the kitchen, and we talked about everything.
I wanted to become a kindergarten teacher like my mother.
My father was a swim teacher. We used to swim before school, swim after school.
I’m glad I was a teacher.
My first public impression was my French teacher, Derek Swift.
When I was child, I never spoke. Teacher used to write remarks on my note book. My mom sent me to a trainer. I started talking, and it gave me confidence.
I had a great chemistry teacher and found it really interesting to learn how things are made up and how they work.
All it takes is one teacher – just one – to save us from ourselves and make us forget all the others.
Even being too good at teaching is risky at research universities; the joke is that a ‘teacher of the year’ award is the kiss of death for non-tenured professors.
