Your Questions About Back To School Gifts For Students From Teachers

Mandy asks…

teacher v. student dilemma (please read: pics included) ?

hi. so i have this teacher who used to really like me (in a friendly/student way) he would always say good morning/how are you/have a nice day to me in the beginning of the year. he was our soccer assistant coach, so i’d always try to stir up a conversation with him during the games; and he would occasionally do the same. i was getting a B+ at the time. he used to look at me and smile in the halls while i was with my friends, and while i was at my one friend’s locker in front of his room. i was said to my friend how “creepy” it was, when in reality, i liked it. all the girls would say how perverted he was (i guess being young and cute makes you a pervert? lol…) and how he would look down your shirt and junk like that. whenever i was upset for something (usually just kept to myself and looked gloomy) he would always say “have a great day, callie” to me and to nobody else. which i assume he knew i could do some cheering up… and to the other girls, he just says “do you need to go to the office?” i gave him a nice xmas gift and a card and everything. when i came back from winter break, he was still nice to me.

however… now he is the complete opposite… he NEVER says hi to me or good morning or anything to me anymore. 1 day i came to school depressed and just wanting to die (family issues) and he didn’t give me any eye contact whatsoever. he picks on me ALL the time when i seem to doze off and won’t let me off the hook until i get the Q right. =/ it’s like he completely HATES me or something. and it really hurts. because truthfully, (pls don’t judge me) i really liked him. YES, I KNOW IT IS JUST A CRUSH AND WILL REMAIN JUST A CRUSH. but still, it hurts me. and i don’t understand why he does it.

he favors this one girl in my class named megan, who is PERFECT. she is drop dead gorgeous (pretty hair, eyes, makeup, skin, body, clothes) plus she is extremely smart. she is ALWAYS raising her hand in class and always getting A+’s on everything. he is always paying extra attention to her, and it makes me feel like crap.

how can i be more like her? (besides one day just automatically asking a million Q’s.) and i’m not that pretty even though my mom says i am (aren’t mom’s supposed to say that?)

here’s what i look like~
*don’t look if you go blind easily*

http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv272/calliebrowning/teacherpic2.png
http://i691.photobucket.com/albums/vv272/calliebrowning/teacherpic.png

Betty answers:

I’m sure you’ve heard of the band The Police, right? Listen to “Don’t Stand So Close To Me”. He’s a teacher. He has to keep his job. Word probably got around that he was really nice to you and he may have gotten reprimanded for it. Do your work and don’t worry about being like Megan. Be the best you that you can be. Good luck with it. The teen years are the tough ones.

Helen asks…

IM A FOREIGN STUDENT COULD U PLEASE CHECK FOR MISTAKES IN THIS LETTER I WROTE?

Dear Bryce

I swear, with your letter and gift box you totally made my day! It was as welcomed as unexpected. When I told you how much I missed those little culinary masterpieces that obviously I just can’t get in this country, it wasn’t ment to sound like a desperate request for you to send some… not that it annoys me anyway! Are you by the way aware of the difficulty of the position you just put me in? What am I supposed to do with this wonderful looking (and I bet still better tasting) heap of chocolate? Control myself and ask my mom to lock it up somewhere beyond my reach and only handle me a little piece everyday, or indulge in my low instincts and just pig out ’till it’s all gone?
Looking forward to hearing (or more probably read) your wise answer, I’ll try to tell you everything you asked about this freshly started academic year of mine. What can I start with? The location probably. The school is situated in downtown Milan, just a couple of blocks further west from where our friend Jacopo lives. As you already know, I wouldn’t be really happy to live all alone in such an outlying area, but I admit that for a school it’s not bad at all: we have a real garden with trees in it (yeah, I do mean actual t-r-e-e-s, big brown and green things. I know, this word and “Milan” seem unable to stay together in the same sentence, but it’s actually true) and there are even KITTENS hanging around. Our small institute stands in a little oasis of tranquillity and I believe that this worths a daily 40-minute commute.
I’m in a bunch of courses led by very diverse teachers. Some courses have an immediate attinence to the Translating or Interpreting activities, some other don’t but as they love to state “it’s to build the context”. Some teacher are incomprehensible (also called “a problem”), some are nothing to write home about, most are good, a handful are superlative. I got into the Russian course, which is, in a word, challenging: to say that our teacher demands a lot is an euphemism. I already feel the preassure because to catch up with Russian homework I’m piling up an everyday growing heap of “Other Homework” and notes. I’m figuring out this may sound familiar to a certain guy who spent whole nights over Spanish history books in Mexico when he didn’t even know yet how to order himself a beer, doesn’t it Bryce?
It goes without saying that this school sticks to my expectations, maybe overcomes them for some sides. I had been warned it was tough, and boy, it’s nothing less than it. A pretty big selection has been made, a lot of people were left outside. I often felt like what I could breathe was intensity. It was, for me, a very pleasant and very, very new feeling: the one that I was surrounded with brilliant, hard working people, and that maybe for once the former Miss Italia was knocked out while a proud army of former nerds, freaks and wierdos were in, surprised at this unusual feeling of being, for once, in the right place.
Hey, after all that, I decided I deserve and need this chocolate. 🙂
Can’t wait to hear back from you and get a very detailed description of your semester start.

Love
Chiara

Betty answers:

My editing is in CAPS LOCK and (parenthesis). See below:

Dear Bryce (YOU MUST HAVE A COMMA HERE)

I swear, with your letter and gift box (INSERT A COMMA HERE) you totally made my day! It was as welcomed (THIS SHOULD BE WELCOME) as unexpected. When I told you how much I missed those little culinary masterpieces that obviously I just can’t get in this country, it wasn’t ment (CORRECTLY IS SPELLED “MEANT”) to sound like a desperate request for you to send some… Not that it annoys me anyway! Are you by the way aware of the difficulty of the position you just put me in? (BY THE WAY, ARE YOU AWARE OF THE DIFFICULT POSITION YOU JUST PUT ME IN?) What am I supposed to do with this wonderful looking (and I bet still better tasting) heap of chocolate? Control myself and ask my mom to lock it up somewhere beyond my reach and only handle me a little piece everyday, or indulge in my low instincts and just pig out ’till it’s all gone?
Looking forward to hearing (or more probably read (READING)) your wise answer, I’ll try to tell you everything you asked about this freshly started academic year of mine. What can I start with? The location probably. The school is situated in downtown Milan, just a couple of blocks further west from where our friend Jacopo lives. As you already know, I wouldn’t be really happy to live all alone in such an outlying area, but I admit that for a school it’s not bad at all: we have a real garden with trees in it (yeah, I do mean actual t-r-e-e-s, big brown and green things. I know, this word and “Milan” seem unable to stay together in the same sentence, but it’s actually true) and there are even KITTENS hanging around. Our small institute stands in a little oasis of tranquillity and I believe that this worths a daily 40-minute commute.
I’m in a bunch of courses led by very diverse teachers. Some courses have an immediate attinence to the Translating or Interpreting activities, some other don’t but as they love to state “it’s to build the context”. Some teacher are incomprehensible (also called “a problem”), some are nothing to write home about, most are good, a handful are superlative. I got into the Russian course, which is, in a word, challenging: to say that our teacher demands a lot is an euphemism. I already feel the preassure because to catch up with Russian homework I’m piling up an everyday growing heap of “Other Homework” and notes. I’m figuring out this may sound familiar to a certain guy who spent whole nights over Spanish history books in Mexico when he didn’t even know yet how to order himself a beer, doesn’t it Bryce?
It goes without saying that this school sticks to my expectations, maybe overcomes them for some sides. I had been warned it was tough, and boy, it’s nothing less than it. A pretty big selection has been made, a lot of people were left outside. I often felt like what I could breathe was intensity. It was, for me, a very pleasant and very, very new feeling: the (DO NOT PUT THE WORD ‘THE’ HERE) one that I was surrounded with brilliant, hard working people, and that maybe for once the former Miss Italia was knocked out while a proud army of former nerds, freaks and wierdos were in, surprised at this unusual feeling of being, for once, in the right place.
Hey, after all that, I decided I deserve and need this chocolate. 🙂
Can’t wait to hear back from you and get a very detailed description of your semester start. (THE START OF YOUR SEMESTER)

Love (INSERT A COMMA HERE)
Chiara

I hope this helps! You are a great writer for being a foreigner!

William asks…

What ever happened to the student I used to be?

For several years I was the teacher’s pet, but not intentionally. I don’t mean to sound vein when I say this, but I always had all of the answers right off of the top of my head, and never even had to search for them. I had a gift, and all of my teachers and family members were in awe of it. By age seven, I could literally outsmart many adults. I was always frustrated by B’s. The day that I somehow wound up with a C on my report card back in second grade, I actually cried about it. I did all of my homework, got A’s on tests, and literally never even studied for a test until seventh grade. I made it to gifted classes. I procrastinated on my homework, and although that was a bad habit that would come back to hinder me later, I always found a way to get it done and get it done well. Other students made fun of me relentlessly, and I was diagnosed with social anxiety disorder. But it was okay. Why would I want to associate with students who are mean to me? They were jealous of my position with the teachers and wanted the gifts I had. I kept telling myself that this was the problem, and when we would grow up, I would get the last laugh. My parents’ marriage was a disaster, my family was screwed up in general, I saw things that no child should see. Looking back, my whole situation reminds me of the sitcom Malcolm in the Middle. Even through my parents’ divorce, I still remained the hard worker that I was. Every teacher I ever had called me the hardest worker. I did do all of my homework, but that was it. Little did they know, I didn’t need to try. It came naturally. Let’s fast forward quite a few years. You see a student who has only missed A-B honor roll three times in his life and has a wealth of straight A’s as well. He’s primed to take even more honors classes and continue to suceed in them. However, he is at a school where he knows maybe 15 % of the students from years back and has a bad reputation around them. But he’s changed. He won’t get laughed at. Right… He got along fine with his new classmates, and looked to be developing a good status among his peers. Until the 15 % he knew before acted. They did not see the way he was now. Somehow, they saw the absolute nerd whom they had taunted incessantly, and were eager to get back to their taunting. They hadn’t gotten to do so since elementary. His social status was THROTTLED. Missing the school at which he had acheived well educationally and could walk through without fear at the same time, his grades could no longer hold up. They were pretty good for two grading periods, then BANG! The bottom fell out. He began getting C’s with a vengeance, and by the end of the year, got his first D. Sad moment for a student who had only gotten three C’s in his entire life. He didn’t do homework. Somehow, he still aced tests and proved his potential, but he just didn’t have it anymore. No more educational acheivements and not even a decent social status to compensate for that. The kids in his honors classes found him stupid, even though on state tests he could still get the highest in the school. But his teachers saw potential, and in Honors English (the only class anyone can be kicked out of in the middle of the year), despite his mediocre performance, his teacher kept him in it for the whole year when he should have been gone months earlier. She just saw too much potential and couldn’t stop giving him second chances. He never improved. I made it back to all of my classes the next year, somehow remaining in Honors English, and although I improved, I still could have done far better. I made a vow to try my best in English to make sure my teacher’s decision was a good one, and I stuck to it. I became a virtual English genius and outsmart my teacher on a daily basis. Although I struggled in a more advanced level of math with an effort that just didn’t cut it for that level, with poor grades, I somehow passed the final, and made it back to all of my classes again this year. It’s my third year back at this school, and I have some very good friends, and that’s enough for me. But it’s like my motivation has just been squeezed out of me. I’ve been alright, but I just got my report card, and upon seeing my three C’s and three A’s, I just wonder what happened. People come to me for all kinds of school questions, but I don’t prove any of it on my assignments. In Spanish I got a 93% – by getting a 77 homework grade and a whopping 100 test grade and participation grade. I really want to get back on track and was hoping you guys could motivate me to actually make an effort. I just don’t have it in me anymore. My life events have finally caught up to me, and I’ve dug myself into a hole. I don’t know what’s wrong now, but I’m still not back to old form. Thanks.
I know that’s a lot of reading, so let me just sum it up: I used to be a great student and still have the potential to be, but I just can’t find the drive to do everyday assignments, have fallen into bad habits, and on my last report card did get three A’s, but three C’s as well.

Betty answers:

I think you have to be a little more grateful that you’re so intelligent and try to make use of it. If you don’t use it now in school, you’ll regret it for the rest of your life. I used to barely pass subjects (except for english!) last year, but now I have to work extremely hard to just get 80s. I’m not trying to motivate you by showing you that people have it worse, not like that father who tries to discipline his kids by telling them that there are people starving in China… But I’m just trying to say that you should do it if you can do it. Set a high goal and score above it. I suggest that you set a long term career goal and think of all the people you will disappoint if you fail. That’s what I do to motivate myself. I didn’t have much to say here because I have never been through what you’re going through. But (i know this sounds corny) if you believe in yourself, you will find yourself doing whatever you set your mind to. I hope you do get motivated and topping class. Oh, and IMO, social stats isn’t that important. Once you start topping classes, you get that respect again from everyone even though you’re not a stud. I’ve been told that social stats and all sorta diminish after high school. Let’s hope I’ve been told right. Good luck

Donald asks…

Need suggestions on my 9y/o behavior?

Any idea’s on how to help my 9 year old son settle down in school?
Up until this year, he has been a straight A student, teachers always love him, say he is a pleasure to have in class, etc..We just got back his ISTAT scores from last year he is in the 97 percentile range in reading and 81 percentile in math nationaly.He came just a few points shy on the Otis Lennon test he took last year of making it into the gifted program at school.
This year it is completely the opposite, he isn’t completing assignments on time, he is getting up out of his seat in class, fidgeting, and back talking. He even got up on the radiator and jumped off of it! He’s teacher is ready to strangle him, his grades are falling (still well above average), and he is being disrespectful to classmates and teachers. Of course he is punished for this behavior, and he seems genuinly upset about his behavior when we discuss it with him, but it still continues.
Any suggestions?

Betty answers:

Sounds like there may be more than one problem here. First off, I would take into consideration that he’s bored. I used to get really bored in class because the work was too easy sometimes. Moving him up a grade or re-testing for gifted may be a good idea.

Secondly, kids will act deviant because something is bothering them. Most kids (even if the parents teach them) don’t know how to properly tell someone that “something’s up”. He’s probably upset about something in his life that he’s not outright telling you. You should sit down and ask him. I have a 9yr old step daughter who goes in waves of misbehaving at school and I think it is directly related to her little sister living at our house all the time while she is split 50-50 between mom’s house and ours. Her acting out at school is her way of telling us that she is unhappy about her mom and dad not being married and living together. When my husband and I do ANYTHING with our daughter when my step daughter isn’t here she gets really jealous and usually gets into trouble at school for a few days because she won’t talk about it, even when we sit down with her to talk.

Any how, I would suggest that you look deeper and figure out what’s really bothering your son. Also, challenge him more. It sounds like he’s already figured out that he can slack off and still get good grades (which can be problematic in the future). Maybe you should ask about putting him in gifted or moving him up a grade. If his school says no, consider other options with him. There’s nothing worse than being bored and being treated like you’re not as smart as you actually are at school.

Ken asks…

a poem from the heart! (its long, but trust me its worth the read )?

Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy’s Day at school,
And she couldn’t wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn’t there today.

But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back,
For everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
A man who wasn’t there.

‘Where’s her daddy at?’
She heard a boy call out.
‘She probably doesn’t have one,’
Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
‘Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day.’

The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.

‘My Daddy couldn’t be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I’m not standing here alone.

‘Cause my daddy’s al ways with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He’ll forever be in my heart’
With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years.

For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.

‘I love my daddy very much,
he’s my shining star.
And if he could, he’d be here,
But heaven’s just too far.

You see he is a Brittish soldier
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught Britians to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it’s like he never went away.’
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side.

‘I know you’re with me Daddy,’
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.

Send this to the people you’ll never forget and
Remember to send it also to the person that sent It to you.

It’s a short message to let them know that you’ll never forget them.

If you don’t send it to anyone, it means you’re

in a hurry and that you’ve forgotten your friends.

Take the time…to live and love.
Until eternity. God bless!

Betty answers:

Oh my goodness that poem was beautiful it really makes you think I think tomorrow you should go to somewhere were they are doing a remembrance day and read that I’m sure everybody would love and appreciate you for taking your time to write that I think you should get it publish it’s amazing.

Thank you 🙂

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