Today was one of those very weird but very good days. Our seniors were gone for a college and career seminar, which meant I had anywhere from 5-10 juniors left in each hour, who were on their own adjusted bell schedule in order to complete a career action plan.
Thirty minutes with first and second periods, two hours with third period, and an hour with fourth and fifth periods.
Like I said: weird day.
So after a quick notebook check, obviously we busted out the board games. We played games and chatted. Through some miracle, I had only juniors sign up for their intro meetings today, even though I asked them to sign up long before they knew seniors wouldn’t be here today.
As I was talking to one of them, I said, “How did we go a whole year and I didn’t know this about you?”
“Well we didn’t do this [intro meetings] last year…”
I mean I can—and do—blame Covid for that. But what a simple, honest, and good way to put it.
I’m so glad to be back to listening to stories again—in person. I don’t want to miss a single thing they want to tell me. At a big school, it helps us all feel a little more connected.
And, as another junior told me today, “this is fun.”
It is. It’s fun to just talk and listen and learn from and about each other.
Most importantly, it helps me see my students as more than students. I learn about their families and see them as someone’s son or daughter. I learn about their hobbies and interests and see them as unique individuals. I learn about what they want to do post-graduation and see them as contributing members to my community.
I see that we belong to each other.
That’s what stories do: they show us we have much more that brings us together than tears us apart…if we’ll only listen.