the number eight
Today was one of those really long days. Johny fell off the sew saw and got a nice gash on his head. Farid got in one, no wait, two fights. Someone stole Melvin’s pencil. By lunchtime, I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it through the day.
As always, the kids came through. During a math lesson, Farid, a student of mine who is much farther behind all the other students came to the board to complete a problem. We were practicing our number words and his task was to write the number next to the word. He figured out the number was eight, but could not write it correctly. He froze at the board. I look out at my students and Erick raised his hand and asked if he could help Farid. I willingly obliged and Erick came up to the board, and just as an experienced teacher would, he demonstrated how to do it and watched as Farid wrote the eight correctly. The class then proceeded to break into applause.
I forgot about the fights and the gash and the stolen pencil. All I could think about was how much I love teaching this wonderful group of children.
I never understood how important the number eight could be.
As always, the kids came through. During a math lesson, Farid, a student of mine who is much farther behind all the other students came to the board to complete a problem. We were practicing our number words and his task was to write the number next to the word. He figured out the number was eight, but could not write it correctly. He froze at the board. I look out at my students and Erick raised his hand and asked if he could help Farid. I willingly obliged and Erick came up to the board, and just as an experienced teacher would, he demonstrated how to do it and watched as Farid wrote the eight correctly. The class then proceeded to break into applause.
I forgot about the fights and the gash and the stolen pencil. All I could think about was how much I love teaching this wonderful group of children.
I never understood how important the number eight could be.
posted by Anna | 6:56 PM
2 Comments:
Don't you just love the innate kindness and giving of children? As exhausting as it can be to work with them, there is always something that they do or say which gives back to you as a teacher. And good for you, Anna, for letting them take the initiative to learn from themselves and teach each other -- that's the most magical kind of learning in the world.
Annie
A-Bear,
Hope you had a refreshing weekend. Sounds like you need lots of energy for your groupof students.
Do you have a little boy who can't seem to sit down? If you do, be patient- that was Joey in Ms Boyd's classroom in Church Hill Elem.
Hope to start picking corn soon!
Love, Dad
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