I had a conversation with a kid today about a teacher he had last year in junior high. It was such an awesome conversation that I emailed that teacher about it.
Do you remember Boy? I have him in class right now and he was telling me all about you. “Mr. D, like, he would, like, make sure you understood one thing really well before, like, moving on to something else.” He said you were the best teacher he ever had, and that your class was really interesting. He was sort of walking down memory lane, looking at essays he’d written for your class, and he said that your class was the first time he ever really felt successful in school. I told him he should keep all those essays as evidence that he can do things at school he thinks are hard. He said he definitely would. He even had me look at a few of them because he’s still proud of that work. He’s also proud of you – he told me about how the year that he had you was your last year teaching and now “Mr. D, is, like, the supervisor for everyone in, like the whole district. And that’s a good job for him. He deserves it. I think he can make a difference for lots more kids that way.” He said it was awesome having you for his basketball coach, too, but that was all he said about that. It seems like the real impact you had on him was in the classroom.
I like sharing things like that with other teachers, but this guy’s response back was just about the best one I’ve ever gotten.
I read this on the fly. Thank you for sending it. I want to write more, but I don’t know what to say except that I appreciate this email more than I can say. Toughest part about this year is not being with kids, especially ones like Boy. I can’t thank you enough for making my day. One favor: say hi to him. And tell him, I’ll drop by in April.