What Killed My Motivation to Learn?
By Ilana Johnson
EDI 600 Psychological Foundation of Education
School of Education
Long Island University, C. W. Post
June 11, 2009
As I've said before, I love to read. To be able to pass on this love, especially to students who have literacy development challenges, is a rewarding prospect for me. It is one that I greatly look forward to. But what really motivates me to teach is the desire to be the complete antithesis of what my teachers were like during my time growing up.
There have been times, in my childhood and adulthood when I felt such hate toward some of my teachers. Frequently, I felt misunderstood, neglected, and inconsequential; some of them not even apparently concerned with whether I was learning or not. It's hard to admit, but admittedly it's something that I must do in order to move on in life and become a better teacher than some of the people that I unfortunately had the displeasure of being taught by.
In the past, I was never able to express why I wasn't fond of school; I only knew that it was a place that held a source of anxiety for me. It's only been in recent years that I've become aware that the reason I felt so uncomfortable in school was because of past teachers and how they made me feel: dumb, lazy, unambitious, and the list could go on all day.
As a prospective educator, it is my goal to make my students feel nurtured and bright in a warm, attentive and patient environment for the fostering of learning. I will create an atmosphere that I was hardly ever fortunate enough to have been accustomed to.
Long Island University, C. W. Post
June 11, 2009
As I've said before, I love to read. To be able to pass on this love, especially to students who have literacy development challenges, is a rewarding prospect for me. It is one that I greatly look forward to. But what really motivates me to teach is the desire to be the complete antithesis of what my teachers were like during my time growing up.
There have been times, in my childhood and adulthood when I felt such hate toward some of my teachers. Frequently, I felt misunderstood, neglected, and inconsequential; some of them not even apparently concerned with whether I was learning or not. It's hard to admit, but admittedly it's something that I must do in order to move on in life and become a better teacher than some of the people that I unfortunately had the displeasure of being taught by.
In the past, I was never able to express why I wasn't fond of school; I only knew that it was a place that held a source of anxiety for me. It's only been in recent years that I've become aware that the reason I felt so uncomfortable in school was because of past teachers and how they made me feel: dumb, lazy, unambitious, and the list could go on all day.
As a prospective educator, it is my goal to make my students feel nurtured and bright in a warm, attentive and patient environment for the fostering of learning. I will create an atmosphere that I was hardly ever fortunate enough to have been accustomed to.
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