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“You created a group of kids who advocate for themselves.” My supervisor called me on my way to school.
“I didn’t create them. They came to me like that. I just encouraged it.”
“Yes, but so often that spirit is crushed by teachers.”
B. called me to tell me good news. That’s the kind of supervisor she is. A group of gifted seventh graders had summoned her to come to answer questions they have about their next steps in math. It’s a pivotal decision that will put them on a certain math track.
These were my kids in 6th grade. One of them was in my class from 1st through 6th. They are my heart. I’ve come to understand how to best respond to these moments of affirmation. I just say, “Thanks.”
On deeper reflection, however, I think back to how these kids were with me during a vulnerable time. Their education involved very little choice. They often came to my class frustrated over one constraint or another. What I gave them in the safe space of our gifted classroom was freedom. They could be themselves. They had choice over what they read, what they wrote, and who they wanted to be. Acceptance and love permeated the room.
I miss these kids. They stretched me to be the best teacher I could be. They trusted me as I trusted them. They taught me to embrace them as unique individuals, to respect each one’s dignity and voice. They demanded it. We made a difference together. I’m happy to know their wings are soaring.
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