For 8 years, I taught 5th - 8th graders (ages 10-14) at Manhattan Country School and definitely had a knack for it. I loved the fact that they were in the space between childhood and full blown adolescence. They were mature enough to engage with serious topics, but innocent enough to write me sweet notes, or bring stuffed animals on an overnight trip. I especially loved teaching 7th and 8th graders.
As a teacher, I was firm but flexible. I knew how to be clear about my expectations, as well as how to have fun. My students knew me as their Spanish teacher and Advisor, as well as a whole person who existed outside of the classroom. They knew if it was a loved one's birthday (more than once I called my parents on their birthdays with my students) and once I became a mother, they knew how much my son meant to me. I created all of my curricula and his name appeared in much of it!
My son is now 13-years-old, a rising 8th grader. The other day he said something that reminded me of song lyrics, so I began to sing and dance. He shook his head and smirked in the amused, exasperated and slightly embarrassed way teenagers do. In that instant I was reminded of my teaching days.
Not all of my students loved me - of course not - but many did and I think it was in part because I was real with them. I saw them as the whole beings they were. They respected me because I respected them. I never said "Because I said so" to my students. I would apologize to them when I had been in the wrong - I remember them telling me I was one of the few teachers who would apologize. My students knew that I was a flawed, evolving human, just as they were.
It is quite different to now be parenting a 13-year-old, but I think my approach in the classroom helps me as a mother. My son knows the boundaries with me, but he also knows that I will spontaneously break out into song and dance. He also knows that I am a flawed, evolving human, just as he is.
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(This is a picture of me in front of my classroom in September 2010, when I was 6 months pregnant. I am standing beside my students' work - the assignment was to write their own definitions of "language" or "culture.")