Monthly Archives: April 2015

Our Scars

It continues to amaze me how scars remain.  Not the physical ones, but the emotional.

While attending a conference I bumped in to someone from my past.  This person was a wolf in sheep’s clothing.  As a relatively new teacher I was naive and confided in her about my fears and shortcomings.  I later found she was undermining me and reporting all this to the principal.  While that was many years ago and I had forgotten about many of the details, seeing this person again created an influx of emotions.

It made me think about the scars we leave as teachers.  What things do we say or do that cause students to be scarred?  How do we minimize, or eliminate, those scars?  We need to think about how the small things we say and do affect our students.  I recently tweeted “When you say “it doesn’t matter” – does it really not matter or does it not matter to you? #perspective.”

I have pondered this thought for a while, and my encounter yesterday brought it up again.   Let’s minimize those scars we create!

My Students

Did I read that correctly? Yes, it was one of my students. Well, a former student. At what point do they stop being my student? Is it the day they walked out the door of my sixth grade classroom for the last time? I still see them as sixth graders, even when I see them at a restaurant or store with their own children.

I enjoy seeing them as adults. Facebook has allowed me to peek into their lives and share their joys. I see weddings, births, graduations, and new jobs. I shed tears often. Many of them are tears of joy.

But sometimes they are not. I see their struggles – breakups, divorce, job loss. I feel a sadness that cannot be fully explained when one of my “kids” is hurting. I see their names in police blotters and in news articles. I wonder how I can help them. What could I have done differently?

As a teacher, we have students for a short time – just 180 days. But in that time, a relationship is built. I have 180 days to shape a small part of their lives. And they have shaped mine. I hope that something I did as their teacher has helped them to be a better person.

So I pull out my photo album to look upon the smiling face of that sixth grader. Next to it is written that the best thing about sixth grade was having me for a teacher. It makes me smile, as I shed another tear.