In my country where I was born, Guyana, we push more for education. It’s more being a lawyer, doctor, teacher, or scientist.
Ironically, for a few million people in the Far East, I did become an English teacher through my music.
I am sure it is one’s duty as a teacher to try to show boys that no opinions, no tastes, no emotions are worth much unless they are one’s own. I suffered acutely as a boy from the lack of being shown this.
Many of us have been touched by the magic of a great teacher. I know I have.
Me, a teacher? No way!
I consciously learned and performed my race like a teacher’s pet in an advanced placement course on black masculinity.
I was voted Most Likely to Make a Teacher Retire.
When you have a teacher who is part of a tradition, the other people in that tradition are such stars. You just look at them like pop stars.
Mitch Glazer and I went to high school together, and his mother was my English teacher for two years. She was my favorite teacher, and I followed Mitch’s career as a journalist, so we’ve kind of kept in touch over the years.
Children are already accustomed to a world that moves faster and is more exciting than anything a teacher in front of a classroom can do.
I remember a moment when the Prince went back to his old school, Grammar School in Melbourne, and slightly to his horror his old music teacher produced a cello.
It is worth while too to warn the teacher that undue severity in correcting faults is liable at times to discourage a boy’s mind from effort.
My teacher was still practicing Bach until his death at 89. I have no doubt that if I live that long, I’ll be doing the same thing.
Man, I hated school. I’d stare at the buttons on the teacher’s shirt the whole class.
I used to lie in bed and imagine I was performing at the Albert Hall, not that I’d ever been there. I took lessons with a German teacher when I was quite young. But it turned out I had a very high soprano voice, which I didn’t like at all.
You know, a lot of those angry sort of Southern man characters that I’ve been doing are based on different people I might’ve had as, like, a soccer coach or as a teacher.
When I got to 10th grade at Booker T. Washington High, I had a teacher, Miss Geraldine Nesbitt. I think she came from New York. She helped me begin to question things.
When I went to college, my goal was to be a college history teacher. I majored in history.
I had to get good grades and do well in school – my mother was an assistant principal and my father was a teacher – and they took this very seriously.
I feel so very grateful to have the voice God gave me. It takes a lot of rest and training to sing, and I was lucky that I found a great teacher when I first moved to New York.
I started elocution lessons because I was being teased, and I had a brilliant drama teacher. At the age of 14, I appeared at the National Theatre in ‘The Crucible.’
I’m quite sure there are other things that I could have done in life whether it’s working for Humana, teaching in college, high school teacher. Coaching stuck.
I saw myself as a teacher’s pet but with a little of Ed Haskell mixed in. I was the teacher’s pet, but that didn’t mean that I was trying to pull one over.
The main thing I am interested in is my experience as a teacher.
In March 1943, my parents, four-year-old sister and I were interned with other foreign civilians at Lunghua camp, a former teacher training college outside Shanghai, where we remained until the end of August 1945.
