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11所国际学校校长万字告白:感谢恩师,让我遇到更好的自己
来源: | 作者:Kimberly | 发布时间: 2020-09-10 | 31 次浏览 | 分享到:

知秋九月,难忘师恩。在这收获成果又播种希望的美好季节,我们迎来了一年一度的教师节。


师者,传道、授业、解惑者。是他们,给予了我们砥砺前行的动力;是他们,指引了我们前行的方向;是他们,陪伴了我们成长......


十年树木,百年树人。正如汪国真曾在诗中《让我怎样感谢你》中所言:当我走向你的时候,我原想收获一缕清风,你却给了我整个春天。


今年的教师节,全国各地十余所国际学校校长,借助顶思平台——向他们的恩师“告白”,汇集在一起后,成为一份沉甸甸的万字告白书。


谨以此文,顶思祝福所有最可爱的教师们,节日快乐!


汇编 | Kimberly


 

朱勇 上海诺美学校 副校长 

01


我生命中的那道光


教师节临近,作为一名己执教近三十年的教育者,同时也经历过无数恩师的教导,回首自己曾经的求学生涯,每一位恩师都历历在目。


如今自己也培养了数以千计的学生,其中数百人进入世界顶级名校,更加明白了当初老师们的谆谆教诲,仅以此文对我所有的恩师们说一声感谢!


感谢顶思,让我静心梳理并回忆了我过去的每一位老师,我几乎能记得每一位老师的名字和他们上课时的样子。我自己也做了20多年的老师,不能具体说哪一位老师改变了我的一生,但每一位老师都像是我生命中的一束阳光。


在我们的求学生涯中,难免会遇到不顺利的境遇。陪我走过伤心难过和低潮的,既有愿意聆听我心事的朋友,也有每时每刻都在陪伴我的家人,更有教导我知识和人生道理的老师,他们像是伫立在街口的路灯,指引我去往对的方向;他们又像是一本字典,为我答疑解惑,指点迷津。


曾有那么一段日子,我年幼无知,是我的小学老师,跟我促膝长谈,让贪玩无知的我,爱上读书,知道了遵章守纪、诚实守信的重要性。


曾有那么一段日子,是我的初中老师,伸出援手帮助正值叛逆期的我,把我拉回了人生的轨道,才能让我继续求学,而不再感到孤单和无助。


但印象深刻的还是在高中阶段,当我被沉重的教科书压得喘不过气,多么希望有人听见我内心的声音;当我因突如其来的决定──转学变得不知所措,也对大人,失去了一直以来的信任!那时的我,根本无法把心思放在课业上,每天过着索然无味的生活,也不愿服从大人的决定。于是,成绩慢慢退步。


那时,我的心里像是有着一条铁链,渐渐的不想再承受读书枯燥乏味的束缚。就这样,我躲在自己的世界里,也许没有一如往常的嬉闹声,但至少不必理会大人的决定、责备。


直到有一天,我的高中老师对着全班说了一段话,一句句透露出对学生的期盼,却又不忍心对自己疼爱有加的学生说出过重的责备,只希望学生们能找到自己的方向。那时的我突然觉醒了,剎那间,全班的眼泪慢慢的落下,那时,我也终于看清了自己的方向。


当时,作为未成年的我,我的中小学老师,在我的印象中,他们既是严厉老师同时也是我的父母,对他们既是是仰望仰视,更是依恋依赖,感谢他们的陪伴、滋养和给予!让我多年之后也成为了你!


老师,您是我生命中的阳光!


每当想起你们时,感动与泪水相依,温暖与激励常在!


谢谢您,老师!


 

Paul Rogers  惠灵顿杭州校区 创始总校长 

02


成为一名教师 Becoming a Teacher


In truth it had never been my intention to follow the same profession as my parents, my father an English teacher and my mother a music teacher. When you are young and your whole family life (including aunts, uncles and grandparents too) seems to revolve around eating, sleeping and talking about education, it is often the first thing you want to escape from and the last thing you wish to embrace. 


Coming home each day from my own schooling to witness exhausted parents falling asleep in front of the television each night can have that effect on you. 


So much so in fact, that I even considered the rather (or so it seems now) frightening career path of becoming a librarian at one point, until on the way to an interview at some remote university in Wales, I saw the light and parted ways with the train some 20 miles distant from its destination and spent the rest of the day travelling back to my parents and working out what I was going to say to them now.


As a penance for wasting so much time, and perhaps as a last possible gambit from my increasingly exasperated father, he ‘persuaded’ me to come to his school and help him in his class – just to see if I might be encouraged that teaching was not such a heinous crime against humanity after all.


I cannot explain over the next few days the transformation this had on my thinking and then my subsequent life – and still does. Typically (and slightly annoyingly) my father was wonderful in front of pupils. He was clear, direct, passionate, inspiring and in turn the children in his care loved being in his lessons.