School Days!

Summer days are here! School is out or almost out and there are happy children and happy teachers! What do you remember about your school days?  Who was your favorite teacher,  or your not so favorite teacher?

I really don’t have one specific teacher that stands out to me as being my favorite, but there were several that I did like. In elementary school my 3rd grade and my 5th grade teacher were the ones I liked the most. They just were so sweet, patient and caring. I still remember though the day that I was so upset, for the first time ever my 3rd grade teacher had yelled at me.

We had went to the Philadelphia Zoo for a field trip. We all had stopped for lunch break in a picnic area of the zoo. I had been done eating and was sleepy as I sat in the shade of a big tree. I leaned up against the tree and before I knew it I was asleep. I don’t believe I was asleep long, but long enough for my whole class to be gone! Yes, there was not a classmate in sight and I was scared! I decided it was up to me to find my class so off I went.

To this day I remember so vividly walking around feeling so lost as foreign languages were being spoken all around me. Finally I heard my name and I turned my head. I knew that person, it was my classmate and behind them was my whole class. I was hugged and also given glares as I was told that they had to miss seeing the elephants because of looking for me! They found me just in time to get on the buses to go home.

It was when we got on the bus to get home that the “yelling” happened.  As a 3rd grader, I am sure it sounded more loud than it really was. My teacher was just wanting to know why I hadn’t stayed where we all had been for lunch. Why had I walked away, for hadn’t I been listening when she told us all that if we got separated from the group, to stay in place and they would come get us.  Oops! I had forgotten that! Or why hadn’t I said anything to one of the workers there about being lost? Well, that question was easy, none of them looked trustworthy enough to me!  I can well imagine now that she had been pretty frantic, and I fully understand her yelling.  As bad as I felt for disappointing her there is another thing that I will always remember. That would be the comfort of her tight hug!

So what is one experience of your school years that will always stay with you?

 

 

The Broken Heart

I really debated about posting this today, but it moved me so much that I had to. There is a voice that still needs heard from the aftermath of Florida’s Mass shooting tragedy.  That is the teacher’s voice.  I have several friends that are teachers and if its ever been a scary time to be a teacher, its now!

In Florida 2 teachers also died that horrible day, while trying to protect their students. You have heard that at other school shootings as well. These teachers dedicated their lives to teaching kids, to helping them to reach their full potential. I doubt that they ever dreamed that someday they would be giving their lives for their students!

The following is written from the heart of a teacher. She was just venting her feelings in a post and since then it has gone viral. You may have already seen it, but for those who didn’t and in honor of all the teachers out there I give you this. Words from a broken heart.

In 7th period, out of nowhere today, the fire alarms at my school went off. My students stood up as they always do when the alarm goes off for drills.

My brain immediately went into robot mode. I recalled the incident from yesterday like a mathematician calculating a problem on a whiteboard. Zero emotions. Zero fear.

“Wait,” I said, holding up my hand. The kids froze. “Let’s sit for now,” I said calmly. They sat, looking at me in terror.

“What if it’s like—!!!” One child cried out, but I turned, shook my head, and kept my hand held out.

“It’s not. Probably someone pulled the alarm. It’s okay. Let’s just wait.”

We waited. I kept eye contact with the teacher in the classroom across the hall from me. We both shook our heads.

Then I waited to hear gunshots.

Do you hear me?

I stood in front of your children and I waited to hear gunshots.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT????

I didn’t want to put them in lockdown just yet. Calmness and control is the only defense I have against a room of panicked teenagers. I turned and I looked every single one of them in the eyes and I nodded my head reassuringly. You are my babies. I have you. I have you.

I kept glancing across at the teacher across from me. He shook his head. We stayed still.

Suddenly, I saw our guidance counselor in the hallway. She beckoned for us to come out. I stuck my head out and said “it’s safe?” She said “Yes, let’s go out.”

“Come on, guys,” I said. “It’s all right. We can go outside.”

They behaved wonderfully. They followed me out calmly, we evacuated, and then we stood outside for 30 minutes while fire trucks and police cars checked out our building. It was a faulty alarm. Everyone was safe.

I took my children back inside. We had a successful drill. Everyone was safe. I even made a point to update parents and community that we were all safe.

School dismissed.

The kids left, chatting excitedly how they missed half a class period.

I sat at my desk.

My little sister came in to say goodbye for the day and I lost it. Sobbing, snot coming out, face burning, nauseated.

I was waiting to hear gunshots. I was waiting to hide my kids. I was waiting for the shots.

I’m home and I’m angry.

I stood in front of your kids and waited to die for them.

I STOOD IN FRONT OF YOUR KIDS AND WAITED TO DIE FOR THEM!

(Shared with permission from Stephanie Kuzy Jenkins , image via JGI/Jamie Grill/Getty)