I am hopeful. I’m hopeful that the cancellations of tests, postponement of due dates, and the pushing back of plans will give us a new perspective on the things that matter. It didn’t matter that my classroom was the most organized it has been in my teaching career. It didn’t matter that I was lock-and-step with my colleagues. It didn’t matter that my students read a specific number of books this year.
It matters that the letters that my students wrote to themselves in the beginning of the year about their plans and goals for the future may never get back to them. It matters that my students don’t have a space to talk and discuss their writing. It matters that this should have been my focus all year.
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Moyra, grade 7, wrote a letter to her brother. To read some of my students' letters, click on the links below. |
In an attempt to wrap my head around what was happening, I gave my students an opportunity to do the same. I pushed out an assignment to just write. About anything. Short stories, poems, journal entries, anything. The majority of them wrote letters to me as though I was their journal. Many of them are trying to wrap their heads around what their lives look like now and thinking about what could have been if everything had stayed the same. What matters most in all of this is that our classrooms were places of meaning, that we gave them opportunities to share their experiences.
Looking back, there are so many things I would have done differently. But, there is one piece that still resonates with me and I couldn’t be more proud of my students and the people they are.
To read more, follow the links below.