Finding the words.
February 5th, 2010Before I left my last placement I gave my students an e-mail address they could use to contact me. One of those things you desperately hope they will use but in the back of your mind lies some doubt. After Monday’s rather hectic and anxiety-inducing class, I came home and for some reason decided to check that e-mail account. Again, wanting something to make me smile but not getting my hopes up I anxiously clicked “sign-in”.
Much to my surprise, I had seven different e-mails from students and my cooperating teacher.
As I read them, I found myself holding back tears. My CT wrote “the kids already miss you-you really had an impression on them”. Some of the student e-mails explained how much they missed me and inquired about my next visit to see them. A couple of them just wanted to say thank you… “hi mrs. mooch
..its ***** i just wanted 2let yu know i passed the midterm with a 83 thanks 2yu!!” (the subject of which was “passed!”). And then there were some about cheerleading competitions and the upcoming talent show. Such comments may seem insignificant and I am sure some people are thinking “so what?” But to me, they mean the world.
Students I thought never cared…but obviously did.
Students I thought never listened… but obviously did.
Students I thought didn’t want to learn… but obviously did.
And students I was told couldn’t learn… but obviously did.
They proved me entirely wrong-and with such simple but genuine e-mails.
After I had finished reading them, I thought to myself how writing stellar Warner lesson plans is such a small part of the big picture. Important, of course and time consuming, yes. But if that’s what I need to do to continue to impact students, then I willingly accept the challenge. My ideas about making a difference and changing lives had suddenly become more clear. Built into well-planned lessons with creative, innovative and exciting activities, we form all kinds of relationships-bonds that make this fifteen-month program and ALL that it entails, totally worth it.
I may not get e-mails from every student and those seven may be the only ones I receive. But they made me feel like I had an impact. And they will ALWAYS mean the world to me.
As I re-read this post I notice that I have found the words to describe this past experience. And now that I know that feeling-the feeling of making relationships and having an impact-I will continue to work for it because simply put, teaching is nothing without it.






