To my new students at the beginning of a new year
You don’t know me yet. You don’t know how to pronounce my crazy German last name. We’ll work on that.
We are about to embark on 185 days of discomfort. You will grow in maturity, I will just grow old. We will educate each other. I hope that I teach you as much as you teach me.
Be silly with me. Don’t let me take you too seriously: your moods, your loves, your neon-colored snacks. Help me to enjoy your pop music and your sneakers-of-the-month. Help me to know which of your sayings are complements and which are digs.
In return, I will try to help you to believe in your strengths and to develop those strengths more than you want.
I will never give up on your weaknesses.
Hmmm…Well, on this day in August, I sure hope that I never give up on your weaknesses. I owe you that.
Sheesh, though, 185 days is a long time. That’s why this arranged relationship between students and teachers is so hard. Some days we think, “But I don’t KNOW you! How can I get along with you day after day??” No clue.
But. If my room can be a haven for you, if in it you find a glimmer of yourself that is cooler than anything you dreamed, then I will listen to you belt out your favorite hit, even during indoor recess.
Ready? Let’s do this!
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