Like any other classroom the dynamic of my students together was unique, intriguing and sometimes very challenging. Energetic, young boys who were eager to have their voices heard. Precious, young girls desiring to be known. All trying to find their way in a quagmire of social, emotional, physical and mental changes.
Expectations unmet, frustrations abounding as we each walk our own path unsure of where the two pathways meet. As I lament the lack of progress, the divergence of our pathways, the consistent, inconsistency of our communication I come to a fork in the road. My colleagues stand in the gap with words of encouragement and advice. Their words are like an umbrella, protecting me from the torrential rain that threatens to muddle and confuse my journey.
A choice lays ahead of me.
As I look ahead there are, again, two pathways to choose. I may continue on the path I’ve set, remain unrelenting in my plans, forging ahead, trying desperately to drag my students with me. OR I can replot my course, converge our ways of being. Hold out my hand, bringing these wonderful, intelligent gems alongside me. Allowing our journey to continue side-by-side, under the protection of my umbrella, the support of a school community dedicated to the individual student and working together for success.
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Your last paragraph left me with tears in my eyes! Honestly, you are the type of teacher I want for my boys. One who sees their potential, their gifts and abilities and isn't solely concerned with cranking out the PLO's. Teaching is about partnerships and I believe as teachers we will better serve our students and their families if we can cultivate a spirit of humbleness. We do not know everything and at times, we will need to admit we are wrong, ask for help from our colleagues and allow our students to teach us. We will be stretched but I believe we will never be bored. So glad we are colleagues!
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