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Mrs. Esther assessed each
student as they entered her classroom.
Being a rare insightful
teacher, she knew the struggles every student possessed as a strong believer in understanding
what each experienced at school and at home.
When she announced that it
was time for Friday’s Spelling test, some retrieved papers from desks eagerly and some with resignation.
“Disperse…firefly...graduated…”
were the words easy to remember and sound out.
Then “…either…beautiful…and
finally testosterone…” Now that’s an
odd one” she thought.
Papers were collected and
the final bell rang. Those students,
ones that worried Mrs. Esther the most, were last to leave, with sluggish
reluctant steps. Looking at their papers,
she ascertained what handwriting said:
Anger, fear, depression, despair, anxiety...and much more
Those names always frightened
her, for causes were from the home and almost beyond her reach. Almost.
Delores is a wonderful and creative writer. She observes life with clarity. With that in mind, Delores tosses six words for Wednesday Words writing, to challenge anyone who wants to stretch writing, create, and confound. Please check the train tracks in the upper right sidebar. And, please join the crew who wrestle with this words, sentence prompts, and sometimes photos to entertain and sometimes confound.
Delores is a wonderful and creative writer. She observes life with clarity. With that in mind, Delores tosses six words for Wednesday Words writing, to challenge anyone who wants to stretch writing, create, and confound. Please check the train tracks in the upper right sidebar. And, please join the crew who wrestle with this words, sentence prompts, and sometimes photos to entertain and sometimes confound.
There certainly is much more anger, fear, depression, despair, and anxiety amongst children today than when I was growing up.
ReplyDeleteWe are more aware of it now then we were then, I believe. Looking back at my school of the 50s, now I can see those in some children. We were in the same class group for 8 years.
DeleteStudents do bring home to school with them every day.
ReplyDeleteThe events from their homes are in their eyes.
DeleteAnd sometimes on their arms and legs like my best friend Cheryl and her siblings. So many siblings! Yet they were a happy bunch of kids, always laughing, merry twinkles in their eyes.
DeleteSo much of the home life sure follows them to school
ReplyDelete...and into the rest of their lives.
DeleteOh Susan.
ReplyDeleteThis is so very true. All of us benefit from having a Mrs Esther in our life, and some of us need it. I wish, how I wish, that there were enough to go around.
I had such an insightful teacher in Grade 7, she understood her class so very well and made sure that we all felt valued, no matter what our home circumstances might be. A couple of years later, in high school, I had another very insightful teacher, male this time, with the same surname and the same black hair and blue, blue, eyes. I've wondered since if they were related, mother and son perhaps. Their teaching styles and understanding of children was the same.
ReplyDeleteI love this story, it brings so many memories of wonderful Mrs M and (her son?) Mr M.