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Azizza
VANDERSHANKED
posted 07-23-2003 03:05:24 PM
Are we this quick to judge?

As she stood in front of her 5th grade class on the very first day of
school, she told the children an untruth. Like most teachers, she looked at
her students and said that she loved them all the same.
However, that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped
in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he did
not play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that
he constantly needed a bath. In addition, Teddy could be unpleasant.
It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in
marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X's and then putting a
big "F" at the top of his papers.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review
each child's past records and she put Teddy's off until last.
However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.
Teddy's first grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is a bright child with a ready
laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners... he is a joy to be
around.."
His second grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is an excellent student, well
liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a
terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle."
His third grade teacher wrote, "His mother's death has been hard on him.
He tries to do his best, but his father doesn't show much interest and his
home life will soon affect him if some steps aren't taken."
Teddy's fourth grade teacher wrote, "Teddy is withdrawn and doesn't show
much interest in school. He doesn't have many friends and he sometimes
sleeps in class."
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of
herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas
presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy's.
His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from
a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the
other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a
rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was
one-quarter full of perfume.. But she stifled the children's laughter when
she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some
of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day
just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom
used to."
After the children left, she cried for at least an hour.
On that very day, she quit teaching reading, writing and
arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid
particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to
come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end
of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and,
despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became
one of her "teacher's pets.."
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her
that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.
Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote
that he had finished high school, third in his class, and shewas still the
best teacher he ever had in life.
Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things
had been tough at times, he'd stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would
soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs.
Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he had ever had in
his whole life.
Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he
explained that after he got his bachelor's degree, he decided to go a little
further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite
teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer....
The letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.
The story does not end there. You see, there was yet another letter that
spring. Teddy said he had met this girl and was going to be married. He
explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was
wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit at the wedding in the place
that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom.
Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet,
the one with several rhinestones missing. Moreover, she made sure she was
wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on
their last Christmas together.
They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson's
ear, "Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for
making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference."
Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said,
"Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I
could make a difference. I didn't know how to teach until I met you."
( For you that don't know, Teddy Stoddard is the Dr. at Iowa Methodist in
Des Moines that has the Stoddard Cancer Wing.)

"Pacifism is a privilege of the protected"
Sean
posted 07-23-2003 03:11:47 PM
quote:
Azizza wrote this then went back to looking for porn:
But she stifled the children's laughter when
she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some
of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day
just long enough to say, "Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom
used to."
After the children left, she cried for at least an hour.

God, that part tore me up,

A Kansas City Shuffle is when everybody looks right, you go left.

It's not something people hear about.

Emily
Why's everybody always hittin on me?
posted 07-23-2003 03:16:12 PM
Aaaaah, you made me cry!

I love stories like that. I am such a sucker for them! If you've ever read any of the "Chicken Soup for the .. Soul" books, they're full of them. I have a whole collection of them in my room that I read now and again.

Thanks for sharing.

Should've done something, but I've done it enough
By the way your hands were shaking
Rather waste some time with you

Should've said something, but I've said it enough
By the way my words were faded
Rather waste some time with you...

Trillee
I <3 My Deviant
posted 07-23-2003 03:21:08 PM
That was beautiful.

Don't we all have a teacher we remember like that?

Katrinity
Cookie Goddess!
posted 07-23-2003 03:34:07 PM
I have several teachers like that.

Good story.

Cookie Goddess Supreme
Furry Kitsune of Power!
Pouncer of the 12th degree!
"Cxularath ftombn gonoragh pv'iornw hqxoxon targh!"
Translated: "Sell your soul for a cookie?"
Iulius Czar
Pancake
posted 07-23-2003 03:48:54 PM
I rate this story...


6 cozy-kittens-in-a-basket

Mortious
Gluttonous Overlard
posted 07-23-2003 03:54:05 PM
Katrinity
Cookie Goddess!
posted 07-23-2003 03:55:26 PM
quote:
Iulius Czar's account was hax0red to write:
I rate this story...


6 cozy-kittens-in-a-basket


I give it Two Cuddly Foxes!

Cookie Goddess Supreme
Furry Kitsune of Power!
Pouncer of the 12th degree!
"Cxularath ftombn gonoragh pv'iornw hqxoxon targh!"
Translated: "Sell your soul for a cookie?"
Gikk
SCA babe!!!
posted 07-23-2003 03:57:41 PM
quote:
Trillee Model 2000 was programmed to say:
That was beautiful.

Don't we all have a teacher we remember like that?


[RIG]No, I had a chem teacher that enjoyed blowing shit up. He rocked. [/RIG]

Forgot that Gikk was logged into the laptop.

[ 07-23-2003: Message edited by: Gikkwiny ]

Mr. Parcelan
posted 07-23-2003 03:59:16 PM
I give it a big, fat prairie dog.

Katrinity
Cookie Goddess!
posted 07-23-2003 04:00:33 PM
quote:
And I was all like 'Oh yeah?' and Mr. Parcelan was all like:
I give it a big, fat prairie dog.


My foxes eat your prairie dog! Yum! ^.^

Cookie Goddess Supreme
Furry Kitsune of Power!
Pouncer of the 12th degree!
"Cxularath ftombn gonoragh pv'iornw hqxoxon targh!"
Translated: "Sell your soul for a cookie?"
Mr. Parcelan
posted 07-23-2003 04:01:14 PM
quote:
Nobody really understood why Katrinity wrote:
My foxes eat your prairie dog! Yum! ^.^

My prairie dog, being bigger than your foxes, crushes then under his massive feet and sells their pelts for pizza money.

Katrinity
Cookie Goddess!
posted 07-23-2003 04:01:52 PM
quote:
Verily, Mr. Parcelan doth proclaim:
My prairie dog, being bigger than your foxes, crushes then under his massive feet and sells their pelts for pizza money.

Onose.

Cookie Goddess Supreme
Furry Kitsune of Power!
Pouncer of the 12th degree!
"Cxularath ftombn gonoragh pv'iornw hqxoxon targh!"
Translated: "Sell your soul for a cookie?"
OtakuPenguin
Peels like a tangerine, but is juicy like an orange.
posted 07-23-2003 04:33:19 PM
quote:
Mortious enlisted the help of an infinite number of monkeys to write:

..:: This Is The Sound Of Settling ::..
Snugglits
I LIKE TO ABUSE THE ALERT MOD BUTTON AND I ENJOY THE FLAVOR OF SWEET SWEET COCK.
posted 07-23-2003 04:48:05 PM
It struck me as too fakey from the beginning for me to attach to the story.

I'm going to hell or something now.

[b].sig removed by Mr. Parcelan[/b]
Faelynn LeAndris
Lusty busty redheaded wood elf with sharp claws
posted 07-23-2003 04:59:17 PM
quote:
Where's Waisz?'s unholy Backstreet Boys obsession manifested in:
I'm going to hell or something now.

Born and raised. Unfortunately you just weren't gifted enough to accomplish much besides wasted imbitteredment, and were concidered a reject there too. Such a pity.


My LAUNCHCast Station
"Respect the Forest, Fear the Ranger"
I got lost for an hour and became god.
very important poster
a sweet title
posted 07-23-2003 05:04:00 PM
That was just too fake and feel-good for me.
hey
Akiraiu Zenko
Is actually a giddy schoolgirl
posted 07-23-2003 06:05:12 PM
quote:
Sean had this to say about John Romero:
God, that part tore me up,

Me, too...

And to contribute to the animal fuzziness:

[ 07-23-2003: Message edited by: Zephyer Kyuukaze ]

The artist formerly known as Zephyer Kyuukaze.
Ares
posted 07-23-2003 06:14:11 PM
Mortious
Gluttonous Overlard
posted 07-23-2003 08:38:24 PM
quote:
Zephyer Kyuukaze wrote:
Me, too...

You cried at the end of AI.

Nicole
The hip-hop-happiest bunny in all of marshmallow woods
posted 07-23-2003 09:00:11 PM
quote:
The logic train ran off the tracks when Jens said:
That was just too fake and feel-good for me.

Agreed.

The pessimist in me keeps going "and for one kid who had someone show interest in him, how many are going through life with everything they encounter teaching them they're worthless?"



I just spent
my last cent
purchasing this poverty.

Mog
not really a mmembe rof tis boered
posted 07-23-2003 09:23:12 PM
quote:
This one time, at Where's Waisz? camp:
It struck me as too fakey from the beginning for me to attach to the story.

I'm going to hell or something now.



Regret calamities if you can thereby help the sufferer; if not, attend to your own work and allready the evil begins to be repaired
- Self Rreliance
Akiraiu Zenko
Is actually a giddy schoolgirl
posted 07-23-2003 09:24:41 PM
quote:
Mortious had this to say about Tron:
You cried at the end of AI.

...And?

The artist formerly known as Zephyer Kyuukaze.
Suddar
posted 07-23-2003 10:28:06 PM
Reminds me of my sixth grade english teacher.

She seriously cared about me, maybe a bit too much. More than once I remember her hugging me tight while crying.

(I was just having tough times with school back then, it really got to her.)

Archer-Penguin
Pancake
posted 07-24-2003 12:02:05 AM
It made me cry

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Ta-Daa![/center]
Lokii
Pancake
posted 07-24-2003 12:22:57 AM
That was a nice story.

Part of me wants to believe that things like this actually do happen, but then the other part seems to know better...

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