During my 11 years as an educator, I don’t
know if there is one single moment that I can look back on and say, “That
didn’t
change my thoughts or views.” I am always reevaluating how student’s
actions change my perspective. Early in
my career, I was introduced to the most creative and inspiring bunch of
kindergartners. Their excitement about
learning was unparalleled to anything I could have imagined. My thoughts about
my students were simple. I didn’t want anything to become
a distraction or keep them from achieving what I thought were attainable goals.
There was one student that I recall very well. She was very small, timid and frail, but very
smart and highly motivated! I always
relied on her ability to answer a question correctly or submit her work without
errors. Day after day, I would make her
the example, suggesting to the other students that they should pattern their work
and temperament after hers. After months of consistency, she began to show
inconsistency in her work and although it was right, she didn’t
bring the same level of tenacity that she had shown in the past. This didn’t
trouble me, I just figured that she had reached her peak and because her work
was still on point, I didn’t’
ask questions. However I should
have.
One day her grandmother came in and explained that
many things had recently changed in my student’s
life! The most important was her living
situation and her relationship with her mother.
I was troubled, but continued to treat her the same, not expecting any
less. I stepped up my compassion, but
didn’t
reduce my expectations. I understood the
changes, but didn’t want my lowered expectations
to be the reason that she stopped trying.
The last day of school, her last day of kindergarten, my student’s
grandmother came to speak to me and my para.
She shared with us that my student’s
mother had taken her life that weekend and it was really hard on the
family. She also shared that this
attempt was not the first and the changes that I had seen in my student were
the result of those failed attempts. I
could not hold back my tears, but realized that in that moment, my tears were
the only thing that I thought I could offer the grandmother, along with
condolences. However, she wanted to
thank me for my consistency because she felt that our classroom and the expectations
were the only things that didn’t change for her granddaughter. This story and student inspired my
change. I realized that in her darkest
moment, my student knew the one thing she had was consistency in our
relationship. This made me realize that
the individual relationships we have with our students are so special that many
times they are unmatched. The internal
battles that students have become their story, but by lowering the expectations
placed on them, you also change the outcome.
Every student teacher interaction that I’ve
had hasn’t
been this powerful, but in each of my students, I try to find a source of strength
and pray that this strength inspires me to change as I teach!
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