Post by wildfloweragain on Aug 22, 2014 13:35:27 GMT -5
Awesome. My first year teaching, I had a note that said something like "Dear Mrs. Wilflower, Please send Ciara home on the bus with Emily today. Love, Sue."
Because moms sign their notes "love" to me all the time.
I've been teaching for 20 years and my first year, I had a student (CHARON GREEN!) who was BEYOND disrespectful to me. She called me Cinder-fucking-rella in front of the whole class, in the hallway. OMG. I immediately got our principal, who LOVED me, and he promptly escorted her out of the class...and then promptly escorted her out of the class for the rest of the year. (it was a Spanish class)
She hounded me for SIX MONTHS with stopping by to see me, compliments, handwritten pleas to get back in the class. She had her classmates lobby for her. And I said no. No no no no no.
I still have her letters. I will save them forever. I wanted to cave SO BAD to let her back in, but I knew doing that would set a bad precedent and send the message that they could treat me however they wanted. I won't lie, it was a rough school--I got cursed at by a parent for an hour on the phone at that job, my car window bashed in to steal my cell phone charger (who does that?), a textbook thrown at me, got screamed at BY A STAFF MEMBER...you name it. It was an interesting job.
I've been teaching for 20 years and my first year, I had a student (CHARON GREEN!) who was BEYOND disrespectful to me. She called me Cinder-fucking-rella in front of the whole class, in the hallway. OMG. I immediately got our principal, who LOVED me, and he promptly escorted her out of the class...and then promptly escorted her out of the class for the rest of the year. (it was a Spanish class)
She hounded me for SIX MONTHS with stopping by to see me, compliments, handwritten pleas to get back in the class. She had her classmates lobby for her. And I said no. No no no no no.
I still have her letters. I will save them forever. I wanted to cave SO BAD to let her back in, but I knew doing that would set a bad precedent and send the message that they could treat me however they wanted. I won't lie, it was a rough school--I got cursed at by a parent for an hour on the phone at that job, my car window bashed in to steal my cell phone charger (who does that?), a textbook thrown at me, got screamed at BY A STAFF MEMBER...you name it. It was an interesting job.
Seeing your handwriting makes me sad that kids (at least in the schools my kids go to) barely, if at all, touch on cursive writing now. School just started and we've had to sign a bunch of papers and their signatures are basically just them printing their names out.
Hee! Last week my dad pulled out an IOU I gave him for $10 from 1994. He also found a note written by one of my brothers saying "I will not run around the house yelling anymore."
I have one from one of my kids to the other (paraphrasing), "Sorry I kicked you in the nuts but you deserved it." That might have been our first effort at learning empathy. They still don't quite get it.