Happy New Year! I hope 2017 has been off to a wonderful start for everyone. I’m excited to share something that has been rattling around my mind over the holiday season.
With only a day before the work week begins again, (for us teachers anyway), it struck me to reflect on the piece below about a moment in my life where a teacher made in an impact on me. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed mulling it over and finally putting it together.
They come to me like snapshots, images of a time long ago.
In one of them I am standing in a beautiful courtyard. The trees are tall and luscious, the grass is green and moist. Next to me is a small tub. I look down at it, eyes desolate, water slowly dripping onto my bare feet. Only moments before, the water which now trickled from my hair, belonged in the same pool. I had been playing alongside my friends, splashing, giggling, pouring water over our heads. The sun was shining. The air was warm. Life was good.
Well, at least until the Rooster appeared.
Rooster was the more-than-generous name I gave the meanest kindergarten teacher ever. Unfortunately, she also happened to be my kindergarten teacher.
“Don’t you dare go back in,” she clucked. “You know the rules. If you step out, you’re done,” bulging eyes looked down at me.
“Mr. Ducky fell out,” I began, but there was no use. The Rooster wouldn’t have it.
Just like that, the fun and games on Water Day were over. I stood there, staring at the others, envying that their stupid ducky stayed put. They looked so happy, so together. I supposed that’s how I looked not too long ago. It’s funny how in a matter of an instant I no longer belonged.
Lesson number one: It sucks being left out!
Rooster is mean!
I want my mommy!
Another snapshot lays itself atop the last, and I am five again, same place, similar time, same old Rooster.
This time I am sitting on a long wooden bench, head bowed, hands clasped rigidly on my lap. I am wearing my favourite blue dress, the one with the big colourful flowers. It seemed a shame to stare down at such beauty when everything else around me felt so ugly. The time-out bench was no place for me. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Someone pointed their finger at me. Now I had to ‘think about it’ when I had no clue what I’d done.
Lesson number two: Life is not fair!
Kids can be cruel!
Rooster is definitely the worst teacher ever!
I still want my mommy!
So there I was, slowly climbing out of the cozy cradle that had sheltered me for the first five years of my life. This was life though, sometimes not so nice, definitely not as nice as Mommy.
Sometimes the person you become is an amalgamation of the many experiences throughout your time on earth. I found that this moment helped mold the teacher that I would one day become, or at least the teacher that I did not want to be.
Here’s a thought exercise, think of a moment of impact that helped create the You of today. If you like, tell us about it in the comments below.
Have a great week!
Thank you for this account of your experience…..as a teacher this kind of perspective is invaluable.. so beautifully written.
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Thank you Deepa! I truly think these moments of impact shape our personality and later come to make up who we are 🙂 Thanks again for your kind words!
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