To My Students
It's come to my attention that some of you have stumbled upon this blog of mine. So if you're reading this, and you are one of my students, 4th or 5th grade, this letter is addressed to you.
Yes, you.
Essentially...I wanted to let you know that you have made my year so fulfilling and so special. Really.
A few of you know about my history at other schools, because I've shared it with you. There was a place where I couldn't develop good teacher-student relationships with my class, because they had many other issues that needed attention. These issues made it harder, not just for me to love and be there for them, but to teach them anything at all! It was a situation that had nothing to do with class management or even the children themselves, but wider problems in the school and district. Funding, changes in administration, teacher turnover, lack of consequences or parental involvement are just some of those things.
For a long while though, I thought teaching may not be for me. Yes, I'd done it at other schools, in smaller settings, with more support, and I knew that I one-hundred percent loved to work with children, but for some reason, it just wasn't making me happy.
So I left, and I came to your school, hoping for a change. And thanks to all of you, I love what I do again.
I hope that, over the year knowing me, you have felt how much I care about each and every one of you. Yes, even if you talked in my class. Yes, even if you lost points on Class Dojo. Yes, even if you barely tried. Yes, even if Science and Social Studies are not your favorite subjects. Yes, even if you lost your packet or textbooks often. Yes, even if you always blurted out answers. Yes, even if I had to move your seat several times. Yes, even if you didn't speak up much. And yes, even if you were unpopular among your classmates. Mrs. Abbasov totally and wholly cared about you.
And because of this, you will remain etched into my memory for life. I owe my teacher reawakening to you after all.
So thank you, my babies, for all the laughs. For attempting to teach me "the floss." For cool, secret handshakes. For your company during lunch. For setting up wifi on my computers and giving me the bigger desktop. For asking me about how much sleep I was able to get living with noisy neighbors. For asking questions and showing an interest in what you learned. For standing in front of the class for presentations even though you were shy. For all of your stunning artwork and notes that made my day! For picking me flowers in the spring time. For my Christmas presents and teacher appreciation gifts. For any token, large or small, you have shared with me. For sharing your lives and stories. For making my job easy. THANK YOU!
Have a great summer, and I hope we meet again.
Cordially,
Mrs. Abbasov
PS: Yes, you can follow me on Instagram now.
Yes, you.
Essentially...I wanted to let you know that you have made my year so fulfilling and so special. Really.
A few of you know about my history at other schools, because I've shared it with you. There was a place where I couldn't develop good teacher-student relationships with my class, because they had many other issues that needed attention. These issues made it harder, not just for me to love and be there for them, but to teach them anything at all! It was a situation that had nothing to do with class management or even the children themselves, but wider problems in the school and district. Funding, changes in administration, teacher turnover, lack of consequences or parental involvement are just some of those things.
For a long while though, I thought teaching may not be for me. Yes, I'd done it at other schools, in smaller settings, with more support, and I knew that I one-hundred percent loved to work with children, but for some reason, it just wasn't making me happy.
So I left, and I came to your school, hoping for a change. And thanks to all of you, I love what I do again.
I hope that, over the year knowing me, you have felt how much I care about each and every one of you. Yes, even if you talked in my class. Yes, even if you lost points on Class Dojo. Yes, even if you barely tried. Yes, even if Science and Social Studies are not your favorite subjects. Yes, even if you lost your packet or textbooks often. Yes, even if you always blurted out answers. Yes, even if I had to move your seat several times. Yes, even if you didn't speak up much. And yes, even if you were unpopular among your classmates. Mrs. Abbasov totally and wholly cared about you.
And because of this, you will remain etched into my memory for life. I owe my teacher reawakening to you after all.
So thank you, my babies, for all the laughs. For attempting to teach me "the floss." For cool, secret handshakes. For your company during lunch. For setting up wifi on my computers and giving me the bigger desktop. For asking me about how much sleep I was able to get living with noisy neighbors. For asking questions and showing an interest in what you learned. For standing in front of the class for presentations even though you were shy. For all of your stunning artwork and notes that made my day! For picking me flowers in the spring time. For my Christmas presents and teacher appreciation gifts. For any token, large or small, you have shared with me. For sharing your lives and stories. For making my job easy. THANK YOU!
Cordially,
Mrs. Abbasov
PS: Yes, you can follow me on Instagram now.
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