w e b s i t e 

piedmont elementary / jefferson county schools
tn dept. of education


I am a Teacher
I am a counselor and psychologist to a problem-filled child,
I am a police officer that controls a child gone wild,
I am a travel agent scheduling our trips for the year,
I am a confidante that wipes a crying child’s tear.
I am a banker collecting money for a ton of different things,
I am a librarian showing adventures that a storybook brings,
I am a custodian that has to clean certain little messes,
I am a psychic that learns to know all that everybody only guesses.
I am a photographer keeping pictures of a child’s yearly growth,
When mother and father are gone for the day, I become both.
I am a doctor that detects when a child is feeling sick,
I am a politician that must know the laws and recognize a trick.
I am a party planner for holidays to celebrate with all,
I am a decorator of a room, filling every wall.
I am a news reporter updating on our nation’s current events,
I am a detective solving small mysteries and ending all suspense.
I am a clown and comedian that makes the children laugh,
I am a dietician assuring they have lunch or from mine I give the half.
When we seem to stray from values, I become a preacher,
But I’m proud to have to be these people because…
I’m proud to say, “I’m a teacher.”
--Stacy Bonino


While walking in a toy store,
the day before today. . . 
I overheard a crayon box,
with many things to say.

"I don't like Red!" said Yellow,
And Green said, "Nor do I!
And no one here likes Orange, 
but no one knows just why."

"We are a box of crayons
that doesn't get along."
Said Blue to all the others,
"Something here is wrong!"

Well, I bought that box of crayons,
and took it home with me,
and laid out all the colors
so the crayons could all see. . .

They watched me as I colored,
with Red and Blue and Green,
and Black and White and Orange,
and every color in between.

They watched as Green became the grass,
and Blue became the sky.
The Yellow sun was shining bright,
on White clouds drifting by.

Colors changing as they touched,
becoming something new.
They watched me as I colored.
They watched till I was through.

And when I'd finally finished,
I began to walk away,
and as I did, the crayon box
had something more to say. . . 

"I do like Red!" said Yellow.
And Green said, "So do I!
And Blue, you were terrific,
So high up in the sky!"

"We are a box of crayons,
each one of us unique.
But when wer get together. . . 
The picture is complete."

Teacher's Prayer 
Lord, Please help me, 
To strengthen their voices, 
bodies and minds, 
To express their feelings and 
control them sometimes, 
To explore what's near 
and venture afar, 
But most important to love 
who they are.


“Anytime you see a turtle up on top of a fence post, 
you know he had some help.” 
Alex Haley

“School is a building that has four walls . . . 
with tomorrow’s future inside.” 
Lon Watters

Are you a Mean Teacher?

By: Laura M Staunton and Barb Erickson

A MEAN teacher insists that each student do the best s/he is capable of doing.
A MEAN teacher insists that students hand in their assignments on time and takes off points for late assignments.
A MEAN teacher does not accept incomplete assignments.
 A MEAN teacher requires each student to think carefully and to make her/his own decisions.
A MEAN teacher holds each student responsible for her/his own behavior.
 A MEAN teacher makes students keep the classroom, themselves, and their belongings neat and clean.
A MEAN teacher does not allow free time in class until all class-work is done.
A MEAN teacher gives homework regularly, sometimes even on weekends.
A MEAN teacher calls on students who don't raise their hands to answer
A MEAN teacher requires all students to treat each other with respect.
A MEAN teacher makes life miserable for students by insisting that they always tell the truth.
A MEAN teacher produces students who are respectful, responsible, and
*(MEAN = Making Excellence A Necessity)

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