What a day!
Saturdays are usually hectic for me as I teach 4 classes of students for 8 hours straight. The 1 hour break that I have, usually lasts for twenty minutes as I hurry back to class to listen to the stories of my excited students who come to class an hour earlier.
Many times, I marvel at how I mange to get through the day because I don’t think I’m physically strong or a loud person by nature. I get tired of talking quickly and always need my silent time quite intermittently when I find my surroundings to be noisy. I’m a Highly Sensitive Person and this makes it difficult to keep my calm when tensions pick up.
Today, I was moved by 4 specific moments which make me feel that teaching is incredibly worthwhile, despite the piles of marking that come thereafter the lessons.
1. A student whom I had just seen for the second time in my class, tell me, “I wish…you were my mother! I want to be your daughter.”
- This was appalling to me because it is very rare for a fair skinned child to outrightly make a request to a darker skinned person as such- at least in my surroundings. I usually shrug it off when people crack jokes about my skin colour that do offend me.
- To rejoice in how this kid was able to express herself so purely, was amazing. Besides, I am impressed with her creativity and intelligence. I’m delighted to be able to teach her.
Student: Are you married?
Student: That’s good! (smiles in delight and looks at me with eyes filled with affection)
2. A student declares that he wants be my personal assistant forever and outside of class if he could.
- How adorable this was- I cannot properly explain. I had to ask him to clarify what he was saying because I thought I had heard it wrongly.
- He came up with this idea because he knew I was going to sit beside him and guide him with his work. He really needed that help, and appreciated it.
Student: I’m your personal assistant because we sit beside one another. You’ll be beside me to help me with my work just like last week, right?
Me: Yes, of course 🙂
3. To have a pair of twins always arrive an hour earlier for class and run up to me with stories- even if that hour is the only hour of break I have for the day.
- They fill their journal pages with stories about their life for me to read, and make sure I read them before class.
- Their drawings feature tutorials for me and reinforce every week, how thankful they are to have me as their teacher. They tell me repeatedly how much they love me and we revise vocabulary together in an enjoyable way.
4. To have a compassionate manager who understands me, stands up for me, believes in me and cries with me.
Oh Lord, I’m fortunate indeed. Yes, I am.
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