Those were the words my nine-year-old son used to describe his teacher after the first day of fourth-grade.
I was an elementary school teacher for twelve years, and six of those years were spent teaching fourth grade. So it’s a bit of a strange, full-circle-type-of-experience for me as I watch my son navigate this school year. The first week of school, Ryan came home telling me about lines of longitude and lines of latitude; he used his globe to further demonstrate. (It’s a concept from the first lesson of his social studies book. The same book I had used when teaching).
And then a week ago, my husband, son, and I were out for a family bike ride in our neighborhood. A young man on a skateboard crossed paths with us. We all politely made space for each other. But the young man looked at me, and I looked at him. He spoke first, “You look so familiar.”
“So do you,” I replied.
It took just a minute or so, until he said, “Mrs. Kennar?”
This young man, a junior in high school, had in fact been one of my fourth grade students seven years ago! We’ve seen each other twice now. He’s told me about high school, the Advanced Placement Class he’s taking, his continued interest in sketching, and his belief that if he’s going to do something, he should try to do it the best he can.
“Actually, I got that from you,” he told me.
It was one of the highest compliments I could have been paid. My own version of “amazingly awesome.”