This year, I
have quite the cheer team at school. Walking down the hallway, supervising at
recess, or taking my students somewhere in the school, I am constantly getting
waved at, cheered for, and hugged by all my previous students while they
frantically flail their extremities saying "Mlle! Mlle! Mlle! HERE!!!
HIIII!!!" It's so great to know I built a strong enough relationship with
each of my students that they actually want to talk to me the following school
year.
I guess that
happens when you teach kindergarten. If you stay at the same school for a few
years, like me, it's likely that you know more than half of the students at
your school. There's a flip side to this though. My previous students are now
someone's new students. I have a relationship with these students and their new
teacher doesn't. I know their parents and their new teacher doesn't. I know
what they need and their new teacher doesn't. I hear their new teacher talk
about how much work this certain new student is going to be, and I cringe. I
hear their new teacher talk about how their discipline system in the classroom
isn't working with this certain new group, and my heart aches. I hear their new
teacher talk about all the struggles they foresee for the rest of the school year,
and I want to shed a tear.
Do these new
teachers know that these were once my students too? That they were my morning
and afternoon? That they were my responsibility throughout the day? That they
were my students I had to sometimes discipline? That they were my struggle? And
that they were my joy as well?
When I hear
negative comments about my previous students, all I want to do is say
"Each group of students is unique and have very different needs and you
need to lower your expectations and tailor your teaching and learning to
them!" I thought this was a fundamental belief, shared among most
teachers, but this year, I am beginning to doubt it.
I'm not saying
having those students who needed more love, attention, and differentiated
learning styles was a walk in the park. It was the complete opposite. I was
stressed too. I was exhausted too. I tried everything too. But the point is...I
tried everything. I tried my best. We worked on what we needed to and pushed
everything aside. Isn't that more important? Do you other kindergarten teachers
feel the same about comments regarding your previous students?
