friday night lights and eighth grade memories
Yesterday I went with JQ and our group of friends to the high school football game (in the county where I teach). I saw several of my students from last year- who all look taller and seem more mature now that they are ninth graders.
First, I saw Marcus running around with his cousin who is currently in my class. I basically ran down the bleachers and tackled him- that's how much I love that kid. When I asked him, "How's ninth grade?" his reply was, "It's perfect, Miss B. I'm starting the year off doing good for the first time in my life." I am so proud of him; thinking about the progress he's made over the past year reminds me of why I teach. He's playing football on the JV team and made me promise to come to his games.
Before the game ended, I saw one of my favorite students, a girl who constantly reminded me of myself (enthusiastic reader, wonderful writer, wants to be an English teacher or an author, not afraid to speak up in class). She was so busy talking to her friends she didn't see me at first, and when she did she started freaking out. She said, "we were talking about your class at lunch today, and how much fun English class was last year! What are your new students like?" I told her about my sweet B day kids and what a big group of Advanced students I have this year. She said she wants me to read her new poems and I told her to e-mail me.
Seeing those two was just what I needed!
until next time,
heather***
First, I saw Marcus running around with his cousin who is currently in my class. I basically ran down the bleachers and tackled him- that's how much I love that kid. When I asked him, "How's ninth grade?" his reply was, "It's perfect, Miss B. I'm starting the year off doing good for the first time in my life." I am so proud of him; thinking about the progress he's made over the past year reminds me of why I teach. He's playing football on the JV team and made me promise to come to his games.
Before the game ended, I saw one of my favorite students, a girl who constantly reminded me of myself (enthusiastic reader, wonderful writer, wants to be an English teacher or an author, not afraid to speak up in class). She was so busy talking to her friends she didn't see me at first, and when she did she started freaking out. She said, "we were talking about your class at lunch today, and how much fun English class was last year! What are your new students like?" I told her about my sweet B day kids and what a big group of Advanced students I have this year. She said she wants me to read her new poems and I told her to e-mail me.
Seeing those two was just what I needed!
until next time,
heather***