Thursday, August 20, 2015
5 Things Students Want Their Teachers to Know
As we start a new school year, please don't get "stuck in the muck" of the stuff "required" of you and "forced" on you and distracting you from the real goal: Students. Here are a few of their voices.
I want you to be proud of me. I want to hear you brag about me in the hallway and to my mom when she picks me up. I want to be the one that makes you smile. I really do. I might not be that good at showing you. Sometimes I'll even forget that getting negative attention isn't the same as getting positive attention. I just wanted attention. It makes me sad when you point to me and frown when we're walking in the hallway and another teacher passes by. I was trying. BUT, I really want to make you proud.
I know you had my sibling or heard all about them from the teacher next door. Whether or not they were perfect or rotten, I'm not them. I might be living in the same house and might even wear their old clothes, but I'm not them. I am my own person with my own uniqueness. I just want you to like me because I'm me...not because you liked my brother or didn't like my sister. I won't act the exact same...because I'm me. Give me a chance and I'll let you know me.
I want to follow the rules. The last thing I wanted when I woke up this morning was to "move my owl" or "change my color" or get the dreaded note home. I want to do what you want. I just have to make sure I know what you want. Can you make sure I know? You might have to remind me. You might have to remind me a lot. Sometimes the work is hard and it makes me concentrate on that...and I can't concentrate on other things. So, can you remind me what you want? I'll give it to you.
I know I have homework each night. I also know I'm supposed to read every night. I even want to practice my word wall words...but mom said I had to go to my sister's dance class. We forgot to bring my book. I know you'll be sad when I don't have my homework, and I might get in trouble, but I had baseball last night and I'm really good at baseball. I don't even have to work really hard. It's not like reading. It's so hard...and sometimes I'm convinced I won't ever do it well, but on Tuesdays I get to do baseball really well. The bad thing is we get home late. By the time we eat and take a bath, it's too late for homework. I couldn't help it. I have to do what my mom says.
I wasn't sure if I could do this "first grade" thing. It's hard and I have to work really hard. I didn't think I was smart...but you told me I was and it surprised me. When we were in a group at your table last week and I remembered to look at the beginning and end of the word...you told me I was smart. I didn't know that. No one has ever told me I was smart. I think when you ask me to read again...I'll pay close attention to the beginning and the end so you can tell me again how smart I am. Because if you tell me I am, maybe I am.