I love my students.
I have not written much about any of them in this blog.
Sometimes when I think about them,
and how great they are,
and how precious they are,
and how much they are so hungry for knowledge and eager to learn,
my heart feels so big it wants to burst.
Our last week of class, I told them all to bring their favorite snacks to class.
And to prepare a song to sing.
My class monitor replied to that message with a passionate, "are you serious i am so excited you will not be dissappointed!!!!!?"
Oh, my goodness, I wasn't(!!!!!?)
He brought his electric piano. If anything, I was worried he was too exuberant for the amount of talent I assumed he had. WAS I WRONG.
He played a Chopin Waltz- one that I do not own, so I can't remember the name. (bagh...) but his passion and talent came POURING out.
His fingers moved so fast; his interpretation of how it should be played was immaculate, and where his little keyboard fell short in range, he made up for in creative adaptations that you wouldn't catch if you didn't know the song.
And this was all from memory. A 13 minute piece from memory. How this child had the time to memorize this, as well as take the college entrance exam, as well as being student in China is beyond me.
This is one of my dearest student friends; he is filming the piano player. This student is like a father to the class. The most emotionally intelligent student I have met yet; he is affirming, kind, generous, and hilaaaaarious.
He has a twin brother who he says is his exact opposite. I need to meet him!
As one of the other students was taking their turn singing their favorite song, she began to forget the words. To encourage her, the students in the back began to wave their arms back and forth- beautiful.
Class picture of my second class of freshman. A bit quieter, but VERY attentive and loving. They have already created a strong community within their class.
This is my third freshman class. I love them so much. I love all of my students, so me typing this feels REALLY redundant, but seriously. I do.
As I was saying my last few words to them, three girls were crying in the back.
I really do. I love them so much.
I completely understand a lack of words for the love that you feel. It's strange, isn't it? I mean, we're just teachers. We've known them for a mere nine months. I can't help but think of how strong the love of a father and mother must be cause gosh, I'd fight anyone who messed with my students!
ReplyDeleteI loved all the pictures!