I’ve worked in public education for 30 years – as a teacher, a lawyer and union leader. I’ve visited hundreds of schools and districts. I’ve seen leaders from the classroom to the national stage who have been willing to set aside their differences and do the hard work that’s necessary to create real, enduring change.
When I was in fourth grade… this wonderful teacher said you didn’t have to write a book report, you could just talk about the book, you could do a drawing of the book, you could write a play inspired by the book, and that’s what I did. I got to be so famous. I had to go around to every school and perform it. It was just so natural and fun.
I remember, when I was at school, we would have a 10-minute storytelling session where we’d all sit on the floor cross-legged, and the teacher would read. It became something we all really looked forward to. That was part of the reason I grew to love stories.
My acting teacher, Earle Gister. He had a genius for knowing exactly where every one of us were in our development as actors. He always knew precisely what to say or suggest to unlock a moment. He somehow always made it seem like it was our idea. I call him ‘The Invisible Hand.’
Kathy Dewar, my high-school English teacher, introduced me to journalism. From the moment I wrote my first article for the student paper, I convinced myself that having my name in print – writing in English, interviewing Americans – validated my presence here.
My dad worked three jobs and was a teacher. My mother was a teacher’s aid, making, like, $3 an hour. My father went on to get his master’s and became active in all these minority engineering programs. And my mother started running for public office. All that happened after the kids were adults. But I’m insanely proud of them.
I went to this arts high school in Greenville, S.C. In speech class, the teacher, a white man, would say, ‘You’re talking ghetto. Don’t talk ghetto.’ I’m not only offended, but I’m confused because while there’s nothing wrong with people who come from the projects or the ghetto, that’s actually not my experience.
I’ve always taken apart calculators and anything I can get my hands on when I was younger. When I was around 12 – like, 6th grade – my parents always had around Mac computers because my mom is a teacher. So I’d always be playing around with all the crazy applications and making banners and printing things out and always into graphic design.
Under the spell of the right song, passion is within reach… love is close by… and you are not alone! With such potency, music should be treated with care. The sound, the feel, the presentation… everything! It is a medicine. It is a teacher!
I never considered myself a writer. I’m a teacher. In a way, I feel kind of… kind of guilty for all the people who are writers who hope to be on the best-seller list someday, who live for that and don’t get it, and it came to me as a kind of free gift, like God coming to Abraham and announcing, ‘I’ve chosen you!’
I thought, well of course, Kinsey absolutely adored teaching. He was a wonderful teacher. So these kids really inspired me. So that was a clue I hung onto. He loved young people, he absolutely loved them. And he loved teaching them and trying to help them.
9/11 did not really impact me, but I remember sitting in my 6th grade math class. I remember the teachers just being in a panic and turning on our TVs and I remember the impact in the look of just disbelief and sadness and shock that was on my teacher’s face.
I want to be a lawyer, a dancer, an actress, a mother, a wife, a children’s author, a distance runner, a poet, a pianist, a pet store owner, an astronaut, an environmental and humanitarian activist, a psychiatrist, a ballet teacher, and the first woman president.
Instead of five hundred thousand average algebra teachers, we need one good algebra teacher. We need that teacher to create software, videotape themselves, answer questions, let your computer or the iPad teach algebra… The hallmark of any good technology is that it destroys jobs.
I was a PE teacher, and when you teach, you can say, ‘You have to do this.’ It’s an order. That’s one way. Or you can say, ‘Listen, we have these problems, so give me the solution,’ and they have to think about it. Or you can say, ‘Here are three options – which one is best?’
I played the piano as a boy for six years, from the time I was six to 12 years old. My piano lessons ended when my father died because our family had no more money. I used to have a mestiza teacher. She’d come once a week to teach me piano lessons, and she’d bribe me each time with an apple; otherwise, I wouldn’t play.
I remember in grammar school the teacher asked if anyone had any hobbies. I was the only one with any hobbies and I had every hobby there was… name anything, no matter how esoteric. I could have given everyone a hobby and still had 40 or 50 to take home.
I had a great acting teacher in high school. But I didn’t like acting because it took too many people to get the job done. You have to talk to too many people and listen to others’ opinions. With music, you get a few friends together and just make it.
One summer, when I was on break from architecture school in Tijuana, my aunt gave me a summer job cleaning up and peeling garlic, and I got to see her in her element. She was so passionate and such a good teacher, I decided to quit architecture school and go to culinary school in Los Angeles.
You know, master classes are essentially extended Q&As. That’s how I always approach them. I don’t mean to downplay it. It’s just that I never fancy myself as someone who is taking a class. ‘Master class’ insinuates a teacher, and I’m not one.
I remember studying so hard for so long and saying to my parents, ‘I will be a teacher.’ And they were looking at me like, ‘Girl… you just want to be on stage. Stop pretending.’ So when I chose to do music, they were relieved. My parents were more intelligent and lucid than I was.
I don’t know anybody who said, ‘I love that teacher, he or she gave a really good homework set,’ or ‘Boy, that was the best class I ever took because those exams were awesome.’ That’s not what people want to talk about. It’s not what influences people in one profession or another.
I went to Catholic school, and there was this teacher, a Brother, who saw I could go either way, good or bad. He took an interest in me and got me to do a play. I got hooked on acting, and it gave me something constructive to do. I had a lot of energy.
I was bought an electric guitar when I was 12, but my guitar teacher beat me up. I didn’t like guitar lessons and I got quite bored. My teacher was obviously bored giving me lessons, and one day I offered him a liquorice toffee, but he didn’t answer. So I threw it at him, it hit him in the face, and he sort of beat me up.
My family was going back to England to visit my mother’s grandmother, who was very ill. We went up to Liverpool and I met my great-aunt, who was just a force of nature. She was an elocution teacher and a huge enthusiast for theater and the classics. I took her amateur acting class, and she was really impressed with me.
