I volunteer in Puttachi's class once a week to help with some filing. I go when class is on, and I quietly finish my work and leave, and so don't interact much with the students. I usually don't pay much attention to the papers I'm filing, which are mostly classwork sheets of the students. But sometimes, some papers stand out for one reason or another.
This year, one student's work stood out for its sloppy writing, incomplete work, and missing sheets, so the name of the student stuck in my head.
When I was chaperoning for the field trip yesterday, all the kids were out and about, and one boy (who wasn't in my group) came to me suddenly and said shyly, "Thank you, Puttachi's mom." I smiled and said, "For what?"
"For coming in every week to help with the filing."
"Thank you," I said. "That's so sweet of you. What's your name?"
And yes, it was the same child.
He was the only one in the whole class who thought to acknowledge me. In my eyes, he's a winner already.
This year, one student's work stood out for its sloppy writing, incomplete work, and missing sheets, so the name of the student stuck in my head.
When I was chaperoning for the field trip yesterday, all the kids were out and about, and one boy (who wasn't in my group) came to me suddenly and said shyly, "Thank you, Puttachi's mom." I smiled and said, "For what?"
"For coming in every week to help with the filing."
"Thank you," I said. "That's so sweet of you. What's your name?"
And yes, it was the same child.
He was the only one in the whole class who thought to acknowledge me. In my eyes, he's a winner already.
1 comment:
That is so sweet...yes, the strengths that each human being has can never be perceived in one quantifiable aspect of them, most particularly the school one! Each of those precious kids is a many-splendoured thing.
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