always be friends
Welcome to Echo Base 307. Here you can meet the inhabitants of our classroom, and witness greatness in the making. Be sure to check out our photos as well as some of our other student pages. The kids are very excited to present their work. Enjoy your visit and come back and see us again. Thanks for dropping by!
"The Cracked Pot"
An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.'
The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?
'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.
Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.'
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
So, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.
At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.
For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.
Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.
But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.
After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.
'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.'
The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?
'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'
For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.
Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.'
Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.
You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.
So, to all of my cracked pot friends, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!
"WE'LL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS"
Welcome to this section of past students. Here are some photos of students not so long ago, and some that go back a few years. It always makes me happy to see my kids and how they are growing into remarkable people. As I get older they mean more to me. We may not see each other all the time, but no matter what, "WE'LL ALWAYS BE FRIENDS!"
Here's the family!
Meet Miss Cathy
Meet Miss Cathy. She's the one that runs the show at home. She's little, but Mr. Jr. and I fear her! We officially met on October 4th 1979. We had been writing and talking to each other, but we hadn't gone out on an official date. We were married on November 27,1982. Miss Cathy retired from teaching in South Whittier after 36 years. She now comes in and helps in our class. The kids have really bonded with her and she loves them all. She's fantastic in the classroom and helps a lot with small groups and one on one tutoring. Miss Cathy is still a credentialed teacher, so it's like having two teachers in the class. We're all so lucky to have her. Thank you for everything you do Cat!
Meet Mr. Jr.
Who is Mr. V. Jr.? Why is he called Mr. Jr.? How long has he been Mr. Jr.? Well, it started a while back when one of my old students, Fabian, asked him if he could call him Mr. V. Jr. since I was the real Mr. V. From then he's been called Mr. Jr., Mr. V. Jr, Little V. and Jr. V. About three and a half years ago he came to work for the Norwalk La-Mirada School District. Actually, it's like he came back home. Mr. Jr. came to Moffitt, then Hargitt, and finally John Glenn High School. He's always been a Mustang!
Mr. Jr. has many interests. Among them are art, reading and playing the guitar. Growing up he played hockey and was an awesome goalie for eleven years before he started having knee trouble. He has been an easy going person all of his life. He's always been there for me and his mother. I consider him my best friend! Take a look at some pictures and videos and get to know Mr. Jr.!
Mr. Jr. has many interests. Among them are art, reading and playing the guitar. Growing up he played hockey and was an awesome goalie for eleven years before he started having knee trouble. He has been an easy going person all of his life. He's always been there for me and his mother. I consider him my best friend! Take a look at some pictures and videos and get to know Mr. Jr.!
Meet marisol, Rachel, Micah and maya
Marisol is a daughter by choice! She was in my first grade class back in 1982. Along with her sister, Mariluz, she kept me on my toes. Marisol was very special. She was always curious as a child and very easy to teach. She wanted to learn everything. As she grew, she always kept in touch. Through the years we have grown closer. Mr. Jr. is a brother to her, Miss Cathy is Moms, and I am no longer Mr. V., but Pops. She lives in Arizona, and always comes out to see us at least twice a year. I am now a grandpa to Rachel, Micah and Maya. This is a title that I am very proud to have. The kids are smart, talented and awesome grandkids! Marisol is the daughter we never had. Both Cathy and I are so proud of her and the remarkable person she is. Marisol is a high school teacher and was named teacher of the year at Basha High School. We love you "Mija."
mr. Jr. videos
Here we have my Little Dragon Master, he makes me so proud! He does extraordinary things like trying to slay a metal dragon. He thought it was real, so he pulled out his weapon of choice, his trusty plastic Light Saber. He fell over a few times, but he never gave up. I'm so proud papa!
Somewhere in Costa Mesa
Wow! This year marked my fortieth year at Moffitt. I guess there had been some question as to if I would be retiring at the end of the year. If you know me, I'm not one for wanting to have anyone go out of their way for me. This was the most humbling display of recognition the Moffitt staff pulled off. I guess the reason I've stayed around so long is because it's been such a welcoming place to work. I've enjoyed the community, the students, and especially my fellow teachers. Having worked with many teachers over the years I have been able to learn from them and use that in my own teaching. Even after forty years, I still feel that there is much more to learn and improve on. There are so many great teachers at our school. I'm fortunate to be able to work with them. When you're an "old guy," technology can be a challenge. I'm not finished yet. I'll be hanging around for a bit. When it's time to leave, I'll know. To all the Moffitt staff I want to say, thank you, I was overwhelmed and will never forget the surprise you gave me. You are the best!
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