… a yoga blog that's not just for yogis

If I Could be a Teacher …

Over the years, people have repeatedly asked me why in the world I decided to become a teacher …

decided to be a teacher when I was eight, when my third grade teacher neglected to report my broken bone and the secrecy that surrounded it to Child and Youth Services.  Of course, at that young age, I had no idea what he was supposed to do with the knowledge that I came to school one day shattered and shy, but I knew he should have done something.  I knew if I could be a teacher, I would protect children to the best of my ability.

I realized the power of being a teacher again when my sixth grade principal noticed I had waited to be picked up from school for two hours – long after all the other kids had gone home.  He sat me down while I waited for someone – anyone – to show up, and he told me that I was important, that I was valuable, that he would always be there if I needed to talk.  I never did talk to him, but the way he made me feel has stayed with me all of these years.  I knew if I could be a teacher, I would try to make invisible children feel seen and cared about, too.

When I learned about the Holocaust, the reality set in that humanity can be ugly on a scale so huge, it is unfathomable.  I told myself that if I could be a teacher, I would teach children to think for themselves, to stand up for what is right and good and just in this world.  I thought that perhaps being a teacher could be my way of trying to prevent such evil from taking root.

In high school, I loved the beautiful idiosyncrasies of the punks, the jocks, the nerds, the artists, the quiet ones, the intellects, the normal ones.  I knew if I could be a teacher, I would soak up that vibrant energy every day.

As a teacher, I learn more in a day than many might learn in a lifetime.  I am challenged, humored, excited, needed, inspired, and rewarded every single day.

… This is why I am a teacher


Copyright © 2012   Unauthorized use and/or duplication of any material on this site without express & written permission from  Anitra Lahiri is strictly prohibited.

8 comments on “If I Could be a Teacher …

  1. scriptrod
    September 9, 2012

    I admire your thoughts on teaching. I too have been a teacher. I didn’t really pick it; teaching picked me. That happens many times, though not in all cases. I never worked so hard in my life as when I taught; I ran scared, preparing wildly for fear I might not be far enough out front for my students. It was really exhilarating. I felt very much alive and always in the moment. Thank you for coaxing those memories back to the surface!

    • Anitra
      September 9, 2012

      :) Thank you for reading.

  2. SprinklinThoughts
    September 9, 2012

    Sad but beautiful… to have come so far after such a bad start…
    I know my words are just words, but after reading this post, I had to say something (anything) to show recognition of your efforts & success.

    • Anitra
      September 9, 2012

      Thank you … I appreciate your compassion. Looking forward to reading more of your blog. :)

  3. servingothersblog
    September 9, 2012

    I am sorry that happened to you Anitra, but it is beautiful how you have channeled he hurt for good. Your students are very lucky.

    • Anitra
      September 9, 2012

      I’m the lucky one! But, thank you for the compliment!

  4. ck
    September 10, 2012


Join the discussion and tell us what you think:

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s


This entry was posted on September 9, 2012 by in Memoirs, Personal Blog and tagged , .

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 207 other followers