The room simply disappeared from in front of my eyes, and instead of sitting at a cold metal and melmac desk, I was sitting in a meadow. I could no longer hear the strident voice of Miz R. lecturing the 3rd grade class; never connecting… always lecturing. I was outside, far away, watching the butterflies.My daydreams were so vivid that I can remember them today. Suddenly, the slap of a ruler on the hard desk surface snapped me out of my reverie. My teacher’s angry face appeared in a startling cross-fade.No, there is no learning without positive relationships. That much was obvious to me when I was eight years old. I am now a teacher, and being hugged by my students is one of my greatest joys. Relationships make it all worthwhile.
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