when i was in the sixth grade i had migrated back to my hometown of Toronto after living in Delhi for half a decade. i was new to the school and i had a really hard time fitting in - having moved from a very academically oriented private school to a very liberal, think creatively public school was a huge transition. However, at the end of the school year my sixth grade teacher, Ms. Kumar, she made us all write notes to everyone in the class. literally, attendance sheets in front of us and i wrote to everyone. i still have all the notes that were written to me. that one, Ms. Kumar wrote to me - it meant the world to me then and it means the world to me now.
i have since grown up to become a teacher myself and as a young educator, i now realize the power of the words. I never thought i was âbubblyâ at that age â I didnât look like my peers. my goals in life were to go to mall and get the clothes everyone else was wearing. i didnât think i added much to anything really. i used to just do my tests and try to fit in. i tried so hard, it was so crummy. but, this story isnât so sad â i figured it out and these are just stories of once upon a time.
But to Ms. Kumar, thank you so much for having so much faith in me. I now see it - I am bubbly! I hope I make my students feel the way you once made me feel. Welcomed.
