The night before the first day of school. I share this post from last August. It’ one of my favorite stories.
On the eve of my twelfth year as a classroom teacher I want to share a brief note that was sent to me this evening.
First a little background. Twenty-seven years ago I was beginning my first year as an elementary school teacher. A few weeks into the school year, my assignment changed from teaching 4th grade to teaching Kindergarten. I was out of my comfort zone. I had no prior experience with kindergartener.
Twenty-eight little five and six-year olds were in my care for six and a half hours a day. With the help of my terrific teacher’s aide, Barbara, we somehow muddled through the year.
Teachers never publicly admit to having favorites, but I had a couple of students who were really special. Miss G.J came in each day with a sunny smile and a side ponytail of curly blonde hair. I never forgot her zest for learning.
A year ago, I stumbled upon G.J. on Facebook and sent her a note. She was thrilled to hear from her old kindergarten teacher. We’ve been keeping up with each other’s lives ever since.
Tomorrow, Ms. G.J. begins her career as a teacher. She is very excited and eager to begin. Here is the note she sent me today:
“I was thinking of my first day of kindergarten as I prepared my lesson plans. Thanks for being an awesome teacher who truly made a lasting impression on my life! I pray that I am able to deliver half as good as Ms.Talbert on Tuesday morning:) Xoxo GJ”
That’s why I teach…