There are those kids that don’t sneak into our hearts but instead kick the door down, scream for a while, and then try to leave again. Those kids that make the most noise, that fight us the most, that make sure that we stay on our toes every single moment they are in our presence. Those kids that you will miss the most even if they were the ones that kept you up the latest every night as you wondered how you would reach them, connect with them, support them as learners.
I have had many of these kids and this year is no different. Tom (name changed of course) came into my life with the loudest of voices and the most hatred toward writing I have ever met in a child. It wasn’t just that he didn’t know what to write, he simply didn’t want to write. Ever. Not even his name. Or the date. Or what his favorite thing was. Tom hated writing and told me this repeatedly. He would rather get kicked to the office, he would rather be yelled at by the principal, he would rather yell at me than write. And yet, I kept at it, helping him, supporting him, pushing him each and every day, refusing to give give in, refusing to take the bait and yell. But more importantly than me, he started believing in himself. He started to write just a little, even if it was through lots of complaints. He picked up his pencil and wrote just enough so that i would leave him alone, enough so he could show he got it. So today he handed me this memoir to finish the year…
My worst day ever was when I met Mrs.Ripp it was so boring all we did was just talk about something I forgot. she was so bogus for noting. I didn’t even do anything she was just being mean I would hate to be Mrs.Ripps class next year I’m telling you the truth Mrs.Ripp. You were as mean as a pitbull.You can be so bogus sometimes and the worst teacher but sometimes she can be nice other times she mean in the morning she’s nice but in the afternoon she’s mean but I think she will be nice to her other students.She nice to be on the first day but the second day she was super mean and I was just minding my business doing me.I hope she nice to her other class.she even taking minutes off of the field trip and thats not fair that was bogus I got 10 minutes because I didn’t do my thing but dang just mean.
Some teacher may get upset. Some teachers may think it is rude. But I am not that teacher. I love this writing. I love his honesty, his use of periods, and the fact that he used a simile. I love that he had me read it aloud to the class and that he smiled when he handed it in. Look at how much he wrote! Look at what he did. He wrote and that to me is the biggest victory ever.
I will miss him a lot, every noise, every fight, every refusal or complaint. My classroom will feel too quiet after he moves on. And I think he might miss me a little too, even if I am the meanest teacher ever.