Over the past couple of days at work we’ve been exchanging our ‘where were you on 9-11′ stories. One teacher I work with was still in high school then (talk about making me feel old). But I relayed the story below in Maria Jakubiak’s tribute about my student who went out to the flagpole with my class even though he thought the planes were going to come crashing down on us.
This young teacher looked at me and said, “Wow…what trust he had in you to go so willingly and calmly.”
Dammit…that made me cry. Made me realize what a true honor and privilege it is to work with these young children. How very, very lucky and blessed I am to have that opportunity.
Help me to be a fine teacher,
to keep peace in the classroom,
peace between my students and myself,
to be kind and gentle
to each and every one of my students.
Help me to be merciful to my students,
to balance mercy and discipline
in the right measure for each student,
to give genuine praise as much as possible,
to give constructive criticism
in a manner that is patatable to my students.
Help me remain conscientious
enough to keep my lessons always interesting,
to recognize what motivates each of my students,
to accept my student’s limitations
and not hold it against them.
Help me not to judge my students too harshly,
to be fair to all,
to be a good role model,
but most of all Lord, help me
to show your love to all of my students.