My first year of teaching was hard.
The ones in the middle were amazing.
And then last year, I switched school districts to be closer to home and once again, it was hard.
In one of my Intensive classes, there was a young lady who was very bright, but her native language was Vietnamese and she was just learning to speak English. She worked harder than anyone else and got a 2 on her preliminary state test. She wanted a 3 (proficient). We kept working at it. I'd pull up a desk next to hers and we'd work things out that she was struggling with... and she caught on fast! She just needed clarification. English can be difficult if it's not your first language. There are a lot of tricky things to figure out.
When she took the final state test, the one that counted, she got a 3. This is a student who never did anything outside of the 'rules' and students are technically not supposed to go to other classrooms when it is not their designated class time (although they do it anyway... but she never did). The day she passed she ran into my room (when it wasn't her class time) so very happy and excited to have earned her 3.
"I did it. I got a 3!" she said, her eyes sparkling and her smile as genuine and wide as it could get. She was so happy she was practically bouncing into my room on her toes.
I get choked up months later, just thinking about it because that's how education is supposed to be. She wanted to learn and she appreciated being taught.
Fast forward to the last few weeks of school. She'd finish her work early and ask permission to crochet the last few minutes of class. Easy 'yes' from me. Every day she'd pull out her pink yarn and crochet a little. I though it was cute, not many students crochet (actually, I've never seen any crochet).
The last day of school she stayed after class, presented me with the bouquet of flowers she had been making for me, and asked to take a picture with her, me, and the flowers. Oh my...
Regardless of how the majority of the year went...there were moments... and this is one of my favorite teacher memories from any year.
'Bloom where you are planted' has never held more significance. 🌹