The other day I heard a story about a student in my school that just blew my mind. No Hollywood script could manufacture such a tale. Sadly, I cannot share it here out of respect to the student and family’s privacy, but I did want to contribute the feelings that ran through my veins and synapses hearing and talking about it. I will let you know that it was a very positive story, an amazing tale of serendipity of the like I’ve rarely heard. It made my eyes bulge out of my head like this.
Sometimes it’s alright to be selfish about this amazing profession, and just admit that one of the best parts of the job is constantly being invited into other people’s worlds. At times, it’s too much, too deep of an opening of the doorway, but usually it’s just beautiful or even mind boggling. Even the tragedies and conflict help us recall our humanity and humility.
I just love the characters, the personalities, the disorders, the prodigies, the everyday people, the growth, the change, the beautiful, the dark, the funny, the lessons, the stories. What a privilege it is to meet kids, families, and colleagues in their different stages and play a role, no matter how small, in their growth. It’s like you’re living in a really fascinating, interactive documentary about the human condition.
I’ve always been someone who loves to sit on a subway or in a cafe, watching people and imagining what their stories are. Being an educator is like this, only you actually get to talk to them. No, you get to teach, and learn from them!
Don’t you just love the stories?