
When I got to one of my students who I taught as a
Sophomore, I was prepared to see the typical writing I saw from him last year
and I got ready to provide as much feedback as I could to strengthen his
writing. This student was not one of my
stronger students when it came to writing.
And, in fact, towards the end of the year, he was having a hard time
prioritizing all the things in his life, and got himself into a big hole in
English class because of missed work. I
did not think he was getting out of this hole, but I promised to help him if he
wanted to start climbing out. He was
determined and put in quite of bit of effort, but we were still not going to be
sure if he was out of the hole until the final exam. This story has a happy ending: he passed and I have probably never been
prouder of any of my student’s motivation in achieving this (nope, not what
made me cry yet, either).
So, when I got to his essay this week, I was expecting a
satisfactory essay at best. However, I
knew he was working hard on this essay even getting help from other
teachers. His essay was beautiful. It was organized, focused, and full of
thought, understanding, and well-developed paragraphs. And I wanted to cry. (Yes, now, cue crying).

And truly, there are many things that are probably factoring into the end result of a great essay. And that makes me cry even more: when the student has learned from the teacher
and the teacher has learned from the student…well, it’s quite a beautiful
thing.
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