From this day on, I will never understand mean teachers.
I don't share my life on here, but I needed to share this, and I'll try to keep it short.
I took martial arts as a kid. I took it twice at the same school from 5-8 and from 10-11. The first time I left was for personal reasons. The second time was cause my brother was born, and it became too hard to take me.
Now, I'm a student journalist, and one assignment was to write about a business. Now, I was close with one of the owners she was one of my teachers but never the other. However, I went back 9 years after I left and asked to do the article. I wrote four about the school, and one or two were published.
I saw the kids on the mat and ultimately decided to try it again. I had stopped at Brown, I wanted my Black.
Well, since then, I've been training my ass off. In October, one of the teachers had left (the school is really a first job for a lot of people). The owner asked me if I had a job and hired me during class. Starting next week, I was teaching three days a week at the after-school and volunteering during the first class.
Yesterday, my routine was off, and I went to the school instead of picking up the kids. The moment I opened the door, they screamed my name and ran upstairs. I was surrounded by kids calling for me and wanting to talk to me.
One of the dragons (what we call the really little kids) even brought me a teacher gift.
I realized that those kids like me, and it's all because I am kind to them and I treat them like people. To me, they are not "just kids" that can be bossed around but tiny humans that need a little more direction than others. They're not grown ups either they still need help, and I don't expect them to know everything. They forget things sometimes and need to be reminded.
Being liked by a student well that's the best feeling ever.
I remember every single one of my instructors, and they all made an impact on me. I hope I'm doing that for my kids.
