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Sunday, February 12, 2012

Why I Can't Take Teaching For Granted


At a table in the library, I had been reading student journals.

We start class each day with a writing prompt, and the students write for about ten minutes. The first week of class they moan and complain about the task, by the second week they are falling into a groove, by the third week if we skip the journal entry writing due to other priorities, they say “What, no journal today?” and give me a letdown scowl. They miss not having their journal time.

I collect the journals after they have about ten entries accumulated. I read them, assigning a grade mostly based on how sincerely they have attempted to respond to the prompt using specific examples, sensory description, and details.

Students are instructed to keep the journals PG-13, and I remind them not to tell me things they wouldn’t tell their pastor, psychiatrist, or parole officer. But still, the students have a clear need to unburden themselves. They tell me a lot, even though they don’t have to. 

One tall young man who sits in the front row has read a couple of his journals out loud to the class, so I already know he has a gift for writing. As I read the other entries in his journal, I sigh. No matter how many times I read the story about how an individual student has come to be in a college composition class, I am not prepared.

Since I don’t go into detail about students who are currently enrolled with me, I’ll just say that “Jim” grew up in an incredibly tough urban environment, enlisted in the Marines as a last chance way out, and was in multiple overseas deployments. He’s in college full-time now, is intensely focused and motivated. His writing is incredibly elegant; his journal grade is an A.

Walking across campus to my office, piles of papers in my arms, I mull over Jim’s journal. I look up, and there’s Jim walking toward me.

“Jim! I just read your journal! What a good writer you are!” I say, sure that anyone who can write as well as he would be well aware of the fact, and so will probably brush off my praise with a ho-hum reaction.

Jim appears stunned. He really doesn’t know he’s got a way with words. How is this possible?

“You must submit some of your work to the student anthology,” I say. “The deadline for submissions is coming up in a couple of weeks.”

We chat for a few more minutes, and as he walks away, Jim looks over his shoulder. “Someone believes in me,” he says, incredulously.

That smile on his face? That’s why I’m a teacher.

12 comments:

  1. You hear so much about how teachers impact students' lives, but it's a two-way street. What a glorious testimony to the joy of teaching.

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    1. So true. If we keep our ears open, the things we hear! Thanks, Mark.

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    1. We MUST take these moments where we find them. :)

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  3. I wish there was more teachers out there like you :)

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  4. Chills, I tell ya', this gave me chills. I was very blessed with encouraging teachers throughout my school years and I think it made all the difference. Feeling truly seen and appreciated by a teacher is really a great gift.

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    1. Your comment has made my day. I make mistakes every day and can always do better. But when I look at their faces, I see such a glow. They might not believe it or think I'm nutty, but they glow.

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  5. Oh Melanie, what a beautiful story! I could picture that young man - very heartwarming!

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    1. You are too kind. Of course there are moments when I have to threaten them with the metaphorical big stick, or want to run screaming from campus, but most of the time they are a gift. :)

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  6. You know I love your writing, right?

    But when you write specifically about your students, every single time, your writing takes my very breath away.

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  7. So awesome!! I wish that we teachers got more of these sort of moments with students. Too often, we don't know whether or not we are impacting students. Today I had a little moment when two teachers told me that my name was brought up in class when they brought up some topics I had taught the students. They not only remembered the content, but had fabulous things to say about me. It's the little things that touch teachers.

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