I have always enjoyed my students.
My daughter and I saw one of my former students last night. I was so excited that 10 years later his face brought his name to mind immediately(his brother said there was a reason for that;) I understand that children just fascinate me. I don’t think I realized that LEARNERS fascinate me…even when they are my grown up college students. The meaning we are making together is so very powerful. One of my students shared words from her music professor at a perfect moment.
We were talking about teacher sensitivity and regard for student perspective. She spoke of 5%. Each of us comes into this world with a gift…something that we excel at…to the extent that we are better than 95% of the world in this area of expertise. Our job is to find our 5%. What is it we excel at? If those around us don’t treat us as if we have a gift to share, why would we ever try to find it? How many gifts were left unopened and further returned to their sender?
I might hate to know.
What is your 5%?

About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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