My heart is so full right now.
I called for one last “session” with my thesis class so I could see them all together one more time before their defense. It really wasn’t to hold class, it was just so I could treat them to lunch, really, as a thank you for the semester.
Little did I know…
They had a little something for me too! (Yes, apparently they’ve labelled themselves Tracynatix which I find utterly HILARIOUS and endearing at the same time.) The funny thing here was that apparently they had no idea what kind of flavors I liked, and they went and got salted caramel—which was perfect, because y’all know I’m a caramel girl straight up.
I wrote quite a lengthy entry on this exact date last year about handling my first thesis class ever (how timely). Comparing what it was like then with how things went this school year, I still think there are things I can do better. I tried some new methods this time around in terms of housekeeping and the way we conducted individual sessions, but overall, it was a matter of once again trusting the process.
I still handled topics on education and family & household this year, and I think the fact that the class buzzes with topics that deal with strengthening relationships played a large role in creating an environment where our own relationships with each other could thrive. It warmed my heart to see students who typically worked by themselves at the start of the school year are now very close with others in the class. The class turned into its own family of sorts, and my kids started calling me “mom” instead of “ma’am” towards the end. I guess the fact that I call them my “kids” influenced that, hahaha.
What got me, though, more than the cake I’m excited to have for breakfast tomorrow morning was this:
Pardon the awkward way I’m holding the notebook, but they all wrote little notes for me and stuck them in this notebook that they emblazoned with the Dai Gurren Brigade’s signature pointy shades hahahaha. I decided to read them all when I got home today and I cried buckets. I don’t think I’ve ever been so appreciated and loved by my students.
I wonder if they realize just how much this means to me, because I’m not entirely sure they’re familiar with Gurren Lagann. If there’s one expression that the show is known for, it’s Kamina’s spiel on believing. He starts with encouraging Simon, “Don’t believe in yourself. Believe in me. Believe in the me who believes in you!” when Simon feels crestfallen and doubtful of his own capabilities to fight and keep moving forward.
But later on, he changes this quite a bit—
Believe in yourself. Not in the you who believes in me. Not in the me who believes in you. Believe in the you who believes in yourself.
What makes this little notebook much more meaningful to me is how, through giving me something that represents all that Kamina had to say, these kids are telling me to believe in myself. I’m still a bit of a mess after everything I’ve gone through (among other things) but I’m definitely in a better place. I sometimes forget, but it’s nice to be reminded that I’m better off.
More than preparing these kids for what lies ahead by equipping them with the skills that they require to become competent creatives, I believe that part of my job is to teach them to believe in themselves that they’re ready to take on the world. I hope I did my job well this year.
I’m actually much better at expressing myself through writing, so I couldn’t really make a cheesy speech or anything in our classroom about all this. So I’m writing this instead.
So to Dianne, Kitkat, Fern, Cedric, Isen, Denise, Deb, Aya, Jezka, Micah, Jonah, Mariane, Trina, Raffy, Dani, and Ninia, thank you. You are all stars that make up my favorite constellation.
















