I have been a teacher for over 10 years, and I have seen hundreds of students come and go. Some of them I remember for a while, some I will remember for always, and some I forget the minute they walk out of the classroom door. Teachers are human, and it is only natural that some of our students touch our hearts more than others.
I got a phone call today from three students who I have been tutoring twice weekly for the past few months. These girls had all failed a test that they needed to pass in order to get their high school diplomas. One had failed the test twice; the other two had each failed it three times. All three doubted their ability to pass this time as well. After months of intensive tutoring, they took the test yesterday. This afternoon my phone rang:
"Hello? Mrs. Superraizy? It's me! It's X! I passed the test! I passed I passed I passed!!!"
"Wow, that's fantastic, I'm so happy for you!"
"And Y and Z passed also! We all passed! And we're all getting our diplomas! Thank you so much! We couldn't have done it without you!"
(Well, sure they could have, had they listened in class and studied hard the first time, but I wasn't going to say that.)
So. I am so happy, so proud of them, so proud of myself. I'm just shepping a big huge bunch of naches all over the place.
I think that these three I will remember for always.
Weinstein, Mayim Bialik and the Perils of Religious Instruction - *I wrote the following for my Beit Midrash's weekly email, and on reflection I'd like to get feedback from a broader population, so I'm reproducing it here...
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