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Three Letter From Teddy By: I have not seen Teddy Stallard since he was a student in my 5th grade class, 15 years ago.
It was early in my career, and I had only been teaching two years. From the first day he stepped into my classroom, I disliked Teddy.
Teachers although everyone knows differently are not supposed to have favorites in a class, but most especially are not supposed to show dislike for a child, any child.
Nevertheless, every year there are one or two children that one cannot help but be attached to, for teachers are human, and it is human nature to like bright, pretty, intelligent people, whether they are 10 years old or I had thought myself quite capable of handling my personal feelings along that line until Teddy walked into my life.
Not just occasionally, but all the time. His hair hung low over his ears, and he actually had to hold it out of his eyes as he wrote his papers in class. And this was before it was fashionable to do so!
Too, he had a peculiar odor about him which I could never identify.
His physical faults were many, and his intellect left a lot to be desired, also. By the end of the first week I knew he was hopelessly behind the others. Not only was he behind; he was just plain slow! I began to withdraw from him immediately. But any teacher worth her credentials can channel work to the bright child, keeping him challenged and learning, while she puts her major effort on the slower ones.
Any teacher can do this. In fact, I concentrated on my best students and let the others follow along as best hey could. While I did not actually ridicule the boy, my attitude was obviously quite apparent to the class, for he quickly became the class "goat", the outcast -- the unlovable and the unloved.
Nor did I know -- then or now -- why I felt such an intense dislike for him. All I know is that he was a little boy no one cared about, and I made no effort in his behalf.
The days rolled by. We made it through the Fall Festival and the Thanks giving holidays, and I continued marking happily with my red pen. As the Christmas holidays approached, I knew that Teddy would never catch up in time to be promoted to the sixth grade level.
He would be are peater. To justify myself, I went to his cumulative folder from time to time. He had very low grades for the first four years, but not grade failure. I closed my mind to personal remarks.
Teddy shows promise by work and attitude, but has poor home situation. Teddy could do better.FATHER JOSEPH A. GALDON QUEZON CITY, PHILIPPINES Father Joseph A.
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Joseph Galdon SJ (September 24, – March 15, ) was a Jesuit priest and writer. He was a former dean at the Ateneo de Manila University in the Philippines. He first went to the Philippines in the s as a novice. He was ordained in the United States on June 20, by Cardinal Francis Spellman at Fordham University.
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