He wrote me a love letter today.
The kid who responded, "Whatever," when I asked him to do.....anything. :-) The one who took a fancy to calling me "woman." (He knows it drives me nuts! Disrespectful bonehead!) The one who makes me laugh harder than just about anyone in the world, quicker than anyone in the world (catching me off guard, half the time) except one of my brothers. The one who would bring me flowers from the playground, eat my paper clips, and lock up my cell phone trying to figure out its passcode. The one who wanted to be released from my "special" class, but wanted me to have lunch with him every day, or hug him in front of his friends.
The letter said,
"To the best teacher in the world.
You never gave up on me, even when I know I frustrated you. I know how much effort you put into teaching me how to be a better person. I can clearly see what you did for me. I can't believe how much I've learned from you. Things I never knew I could learn. I wish I could stay in 5th grade forever. Thank you so much for teaching me. You have no idea how much I will miss you.
With all the love in my heart,
.............."
And as he walked out the front door to the car rider line, the entire hall (where my classroom is near the end), heard him yell, "I love you, Mrs. P! I will always love you!"
He never was one for subtlety.
I love that.
Happy summer break!
I'm going to try to post every day in June for NaBloPoMo. I shouldn't even announce that, as I've failed twice. But both times, I tried in November--month of report cards, end of the year paperwork deadlines, and holiday season. I'm free now. And have ever so much rolling around in my head. Blogging is therapeutic sometimes.
I can use all the help I can get. :-)
1 comment:
This blog almost made me cry!!! I am a teacher, and I had a boy similar to what you described. He was something!!!! I mean that in the nicest way. We had a rough start to the school year. He would slam his books down on the desk, head butt the desk, and oh yeh he threw sharpened pencils. (at me!!!) Poor guy had a lot of home problems. We came to an understanding eventually. He just needed someone to listen to him and not judge him. I cried at the end of this school year. He really is a great kid!!! I see so many good things in him. I am blessed to have had the opportunity to get to know him this school year. He taught me a great deal!!!!
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