Ring. Ring. Ring.
In the middle of crazy hour.
I picked up the phone with some resistance.
I was tempted to say “Wrong number” and hang up.
I am so glad I didn’t.
What a wonderful woman and a gifted teacher.
She called during her evening at home, with her family, on her own time to find out how she could help my son get to grips with her class.
That’s commitment. That’s dedication.
That’s what separates good teachers from great ones.
Instead of the usual teacher spiel about what extra stuff I have to do at home I got this…
I was speechless. Gobsmacked. Awe struck.
She is going to spend extra time with him before every test and assessment.
She is going to send home an audio CD she developed to help second language speakers.
She is going to speak to the school psychologist about giving my son coping skills to help him not lose every coherent thought in his brain during an exam.
She went out of her way to warn me not to be shocked at my son’s dismal score, but to realise that the test was done in another class, under pressure.
She told me that despite his miserable assessment he scored 15 out of 20 for his spelling test today.
She is an amazing woman and an inspired teacher.
If only more teachers were more like her.
No passing the passing the buck.
Just making a plan.
If I were a teacher, I’d give her a gold star!
And five shiny red apples.