Saturday, February 12, 2011
♥ RIP Mr Isaac Bishop
You really begin to realize how important and how valuable your teachers were.... when you've finished school.
You look back and you see how talented they were.. how funny they were... how dedicated they were...
... and you really wish you appreciated them more while you still in school.
Although they may have just been your teacher for a year, they impart just that little something on your life.
Last night, I attempted to string words together, for the most difficult speech I have ever written.
And today I held back tears as I read that speech out, and was reminded of an amazing teacher I had in high school.
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12th February 2011
Mr Bishop would always rock up to class with a bottle of water and some fruit. After spending a good 15 minutes writing about the Poisson distribution on the whiteboard, he would turn around and ask, “are you with me good people?” and we would all, of course, nod in unison. Then he would grab his water bottle and with one gulp, the bottle would be half empty in a matter of seconds.
He was a remarkable teacher. Full of energy - You could see it in class, when he would bop up and down excitedly as he opened up our minds to the world of linear systems and trend analysis. And you could also see it when he chased students around school for not wearing the correct uniform.
Mr Bishop was approachable, friendly and had a great sense of humor. There was this one time when the class found out that Mr Bishop didn’t own a mobile phone… and as we were recovering from the shock horror of this discovery, his simply stated “my daughter told me to get a mobile phone… I told her, if I wanted you to know where I am, I’d tell you”.
He was a dedicated teacher who would rock up at school at 8am in the morning, just to hold extra help classes for the lead up to TEE. And he would always happily answer any questions you had – even when it was just minutes before your exam - and it was obvious you had spent the night before cramming the entire curriculum.
Mr Bishop was a wise man… he stressed the importance of peer teaching and how helping others also helps yourself… and he had this unique ability to not only make maths understandable, but also just that little bit more bearable…
On behalf of all past and current students, I would like to express my most heartfelt sympathy to Mr Bishop’s family.
I can only hope that one day, my children, will be taught by teachers as amazing as he was.
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