One of my students told me he hated me today. He rolled his eyes towards the back of his head (scary) and told me he hated me, he hated teachers and he didn't need anyone to help him EVER.
Other than how hard it was to NOT stick my tongue out at him and say "Like I care," two main thoughts are stirred:
1)how much my students teach me &
2)how often my students reflect back to me my own weaknesses.
My first year of teaching in VA was a ride and a half! I had one student in particular who really schooled me on boundaries. He taught me to be reflective BUT to try not to take it personally. Yes, it was somewhat personal; he told me he hated me too. AND he was telling me there's a lot more to the situation, wake up lady and don't make it about you. Hard lessons. Not yet mastered though.
Other Lessons Over the Years: I can’t do it all; I’m not their savior; I have a lot to learn; their lives aren’t mine to control or decide; I don't have the answers; I have to take care of me. Knowing the lessons and learning them are two totally separate things.
Weak. Today's lesson: I hate feeling weak. I hate feeling needy. I hate it when I’m not able to do things easily. I hate feeling like I can’t do something. I hate feeling like I can’t truly help this child. I hate feeling like I failed him.
I get it kiddo. Take a breath and let me know when you’re ready to try again. I'll be over here taking a breath and trying to do my best too.
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