I remember very clearly the first time a kid grafittied about me being a bitch. It happened during AIMS last year, when I kept having to ask a student to stop talking (after he and most students were finished, but we were waiting on a few kids and it’s SO hard for them to be quiet at that time). He got mad when I gave him consequences, and I found “Ms. Mathinaz is a BITCH” written in a cardboard box I had when he left class. He never admitted to doing it. When I told my principal the story, she said that I was now officially a middle school teacher and that I should appreciate it. It hurt me when it happened then, but since then I’ve actually started encouraging kids to call me mean. I would now find it a much bigger insult to hear that I was too nice.
Today, he came by after school and said he needed to talk to me. He said, “Remember last year, during AIMS, when someone wrote something on that box? That was me. And I wanted to say I’m really sorry. Can you forgive me?”
Forgive you?! OF COURSE I forgive you. I forgave you the same day it happened, because I’m a teacher and that’s what we have to do. But I’m overwhelmingly touched by the fact that it’s almost a year later and you feel better having finally said that to me. Seriously? What a great kid.