We were busy in class today. An essay to finish, the end of the quarter looming large next week, and the onset of a much-needed spring break looming even larger. Students reported immediately to the lab. This was new, I think the first or second time I had this group do such a thing. I knew they needed time, and I wanted to offer as much as possible, though I expected a few “I’m done, now what?” questions. It was anyone’s guess how the day would play out.
As a teacher, I’ve come to learn that many times, my attitude toward a task or my outlook for a particular day can determine how my students will approach that same task. Not always, but often. Today, I can’t help but wonder if the beginning of my day helped to shape the way the rest of my day unfolded with students.
She walked to the teacher station in the computer lab, and extended her hand offering a small card. “It’s from Emily,” she said. “Happy Birthday.” I smiled, thanked her and she returned to her seat to begin working.
As my first hour students began working, I was already touched that my former student and this gal’s tutor, had been thoughtful enough to remember my birthday, let alone make arrangements to send a card along. Then, I read the personalized note.
I sat there, eyes welling, listening to students type and recalling how it seems like only yesterday Emily was in my class. I couldn’t have asked for a greater blessing on any day, let alone my birthday. Moments like this are hard to come by, so when they do I humbly accept them and work harder to offer my best to those around me.
This post was written as part of a monthly challenge sponsored by Two Writing Teachers, to encourage writing and community. The goal is to write a Slice of Life entry each day throughout the month of March.