My favorite interaction today from the most adorable 7th grader ever. He was so proud of himself.
Ms. W, I learned how to make grilled cheese last night.
That’s great! Was it good?
Well, the first one wasn’t but the second one was awesome!
Our most challenging student of all told our principal I was his favorite teacher today. I’m choosing to be flattered by it.
I basically have a fan club of 8th graders who still stop by my room to say hello, leave me notes and pictures, and fangirl in the hallway when they spot me. Kids are such ego boosters. Two challenged me to the ALS ice bucket thing this week. Another two were supposed to write to their parents about their EXPLORE test scores today and asked to write to me instead. I have to sign their letters and return them to their writing teacher.
The connections you make with kids is my favorite part of teaching. It fills my bucket, it keeps me sane, and I honestly think it’s key to any success I’m able to have as a teacher. It’s what mattered to me as a student and something I carry forward as a teacher. If they love you, if they know you believe in them with every fiber of your being they can move mountains.
One of my new babies told me today he didn’t believe in himself so I informed him I’d believe in him enough this year for the both of us. I try to remind myself that these tiny interactions matter.
Captain Ron Johnson
I received some very positive news that I can’t share and then was asked by my principal to be a lab host for this school year. This is also my Kentucky teacher internship year so I’ll be busy, busy. But there is definitely some extremely exciting stuff going on in my professional world.
This calls for a treat yo’ self weekend.*
*Because if not I’ll talk myself out of feeling happy about all of the good things happening. Dammit, brain.
My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.
To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…
Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.