This is a post you might want to skip. You know, if you can’t stand shameless self-promotion and pathetic displays of “You like me! You really like me!” and all.
We had our year-end celebration last week -(a few weeks early thanks to current-year funding cuts). As part of this year’s celebration, we asked all students to write something about their teachers so we could share some of their comments at the party to honor each instructor. So my co-MC and I went into each class, kicked the teacher out for a while and had the students do some writing. The teachers didn’t know what we were doing, and it was fun to think of surprising them with the sweet things their students had to say.
Some of my favorite things:
An ESOL I student wrote — “She is a pretty teacher. She is charismatic. Always smell I love.” That is, hands down, my favorite comment! … Even though Mopsy insists the student was trying to say “Always smiles.”
Students wrote about how their teachers work with them, how patient they are, how they’re always in a good mood. They wrote about how nervous they were when they came into the school, and how their teachers made them feel welcome and comfortable (“I found a warm heart and a true sister”). The students seemed to enjoy sharing about their teachers as much as I enjoyed reading what they had to say.
I had thought I’d skip this exercise with my students. Not because I don’t care what they think of me, and not because I think I already know, but because it just seemed so vain somehow for me to be asking them to write about me. But then I realized how unfair that would have been to my students, that they would have been so upset to see that everyone else had been given the chance to contribute to the ceremony except them, so I relented. And, too, my co-MC (henceforth to be called Hipstomatic Man for all the excellent photos he’s been taking on his iPhone) insisted that I get my students to write, so I did. I had them place everything in a big envelope and I sealed it up and handed it over to Hipstomatic Man and didn’t think about it.
Until the celebration, when he started reading some of the comments. And then the next day when I got to read through the whole stack myself. They are so wonderful … and, according to them, I am too!
So yes, I’m actually going to be so vain/rude/pathetic/self-serving/fill-in-the-blank as to post the things my students had to say. Or bits and pieces, anyway. That’s right, it’s time for the shameless self-promotion:
She walks into class and the first thing you see is her smile. She makes you feel welcome each and every day.
Whenever the class goes wild, she always has a way to settle it down and keep things cool.
We all love and learned from Stacie.
She didn’t turn the class into just students and teachers. She turned the class into a family.
When you open a dictionary and you search for the word “teacher,” a picture of Stacie should be there. She is the definition of teacher.
She made me believe again and she gave me back my faith that I can do it!
Truly a great sensation to be around.
She’s cool, very laid back and easy-going.
Ok, I’ll stop. I love a) the acknowledgement that sometimes our class really does go wild, and b) that I’m a great sensation! I’m glad to know that I’m seen as handling the chaos when things get crazy in the room. Sometimes I wonder about that. As for the sensation part, I’ve always wondered what it would take to be a sensation, and here I’ve gone and done it without even trying. (Now I wonder if I’m more like A Chorus Line or Tommy.) Mostly, I love knowing that, even though I often feel that my job pulls me out of the classroom too often and makes it hard for me to do as much preparation as I’d like, my students still feel that they benefitted from being in the class with me. People wrote so much and so wonderfully about the class and how much they enjoy being part of it. There are all sorts of ways I need to improve as a teacher, but at least I’m doing a few things right.