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The Meaning of Success

propicOn the last day of school before Christmas break, I walked into my classroom to find a little blue box tied with a wide red ribbon perched on the piano.  (The piano is my equivalent of a desk, I suppose.) On top of the box was this note, scrawled in a second grade boy’s best handwriting.

To Mrs. Rackham,
(He doesn’t know it’s Miss Rackham, but that’s completely excusable because he’s cute.)
Thank you for teaching me all about music.
(Pause for heart-melting moment and ensuing recomposure—it matters to him! He appreciates learning what I have to teach him!)
I have lots of fun in your class.
(Victory! Yes, I find deep validation in the opinion of a second grader.)
I love your voice too.
(Kid, come tell my voice teacher that!)
Merry Christmas!
Love Isaac in Mrs. Almberg’s class
(Like I don’t know who you are, Isaac of Mrs. Almberg’s class; I’m not that much of a rockstar.  I know you, Isaac with the short brown hair and glasses who volunteers brilliant answers every class. And who sings, “See you next time!” after each lesson.)

As those of us who teach know, or are coming to know, there are up days and down days.  There are days when your kids are attentive, involved and excited about learning and being among them gives you such energy!  And there are days when your kids are slow to learn and quick to push your buttons.  There are days when the other teachers at your school are extra kind and considerate of your nube status and try to help you out.  And there are days when they forget to bring the kids to music class because no one but you really cares about music anyway.  There are days when the lesson you’ve planned goes extraordinarily well, with a few extra spontaneous moments of musical joy and authentic learning thrown in.  And there are days when your carefully laid plans backfire and things spin out of control.

The above illustrated moment is among the most meaningful “up” moments of my five-month teaching career thus far.  I tacked that note from Isaac to my bedroom wall in my tiny apartment where I see it every day and remember that what I do matters.

“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children… to find the best in others; to leave the world a little better; whether by a healthy child, a garden path or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is the meaning of success.”  -Ralph Waldo Emerson




I love to write. I love to teach. I get to write about teaching. Lucky me.

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