As I progress towards my teaching qualification I am finding myself more and more pondering the question. “How do my students perceive me?” Not “Do they like me?” I’m a realist and I know my job is not to be popular. My job is to build special skills… understanding… reasoning… perspective. But there is still the niggling wish to not be totally despised.
And then today I noticed something I hadn’t seen before. I’ve been in this staff room for 6 weeks and I’m surprised that such a significant document has missed my attention for so long. It must have been there for the whole time because it is a letter written by a departing senior student. Our school year runs January to December so it must be 9 months old, or older.
It is the letter I want to receive from my students.
Dear Mr ABC
You are the weirdest teacher I have ever had, that’s not a bad thing either. Thank you for wasting your time teaching me maths that I will NEVER use again and somehow making me pass. Just think, now you will have no more pictures drawn for you to decorate your walls! Tragedy!! Seriously, thank you, your class quietly was my favourite, just because you made it, well definitely for me, amazing. It’s weird for me to think I will never walk into your class again, and walk out completely confused, but with a smile on my face. You have no idea how much I will miss it. I have only known you for 2 years, but those 2 years changed my life.
I know I’ll never touch everyone, but something like this occasionally will make all the stress and strife worthwhile.