Some thoughts on teaching...
"A teacher is not the master of knowledge, but one who has been mastered by it and gained the humility necessary to model the posture of a lifetime learner." -Missy Andrews
"The teacher who allows his scholars the freedom of the city of books is at liberty to be their guide, philosopher and friend; and is no longer the mere instrument of forcible intellectual feeding." -Charlotte Mason
"Knowledge puffs up but love builds up. The man who thinks he knows something does not yet know as he ought to know. But the man who loves God is known by God." -1 Cor 8:1-2
"...my teacher placed my hand under the spout. As the cool stream gushed over one hand she spelled into the other the word water, first slowly, then rapidly. I stood still, my whole attention fixed upon the motions of her fingers. Suddenly I felt a misty consciousness as of something forgotten - a thrill of returning thought; and somehow the mystery of language was revealed to me...that living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, joy, set it free! ... I left the well-house eager to learn...I saw everything with the strange, new sight that had come to me...I remembered the doll I had broken...my eyes filled with tears...I felt repentance and sorrow." - Helen Keller from The Story of My Life
"The highest reward for a man's toil is not what he gets for it but what he becomes by it."
-John Ruskin
"The teacher who allows his scholars the freedom of the city of books is at liberty to be their guide, philosopher and friend; and is no longer the mere instrument of forcible intellectual feeding." -Charlotte Mason
"Knowledge puffs up but love builds up. The man who thinks he knows something does not yet know as he ought to know. But the man who loves God is known by God." -1 Cor 8:1-2
"...my teacher placed my hand under the spout. As the cool stream gushed over one hand she spelled into the other the word water, first slowly, then rapidly. I stood still, my whole attention fixed upon the motions of her fingers. Suddenly I felt a misty consciousness as of something forgotten - a thrill of returning thought; and somehow the mystery of language was revealed to me...that living word awakened my soul, gave it light, hope, joy, set it free! ... I left the well-house eager to learn...I saw everything with the strange, new sight that had come to me...I remembered the doll I had broken...my eyes filled with tears...I felt repentance and sorrow." - Helen Keller from The Story of My Life
"The highest reward for a man's toil is not what he gets for it but what he becomes by it."
-John Ruskin
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