“My Students, My Teachers”
By: Angela Tarroza
My dad used to let us listen to inspirational talks given by sought-after speakers. There is this one story that I’d like to share to our readers, especially because it is highly relevant to the teaching profession. It was not a typical student-teacher story. This one was different:
There was this elementary teacher named Mrs. Thompson. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there was Teddy Stoddard, a student who caught her attention because he did not play well with the other children, his clothes were messy, and it seemed that he is not taken care of well at home. Teddy was unpleasant, it got to a point where Mrs. Thompson took delight in marking his papers with red marks.
At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise. Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners… he is a joy to be around.” His second grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent student, well liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.” His third grade teacher wrote, “His mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn’t show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.” Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class.”
By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy’s. His present which was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist. Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough to say, Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.” After the children left she cried for at least an hour.
On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children. Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one her “teacher’s pets.”
A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life. Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer-the letter was signed, Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.
The story doesn’t end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he’d met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did. And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together. They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs. Thompson’s ear, “Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.” Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, “Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.”
This story still gets to my core until this very day. This is even more special now that I am a full-pledged teacher. This story helps me realize that students do not only learn from teachers but teachers learn from their students too; that it is a two-way process. Both benefit from each other and by the word “benefit” I meant life lessons that could possibly empower and encourage us understand where a child is coming from, and maybe extend our understanding looking beyond their academic, social and behavioral capacities.
This story also paved the way for me to realize that teachers are not just teachers. This profession is really more than teaching lessons for the day, checking books, assigning homework, facilitating play and art, evaluating students, and the like. Teachers also think of your student’s dreams, fears, anxieties, experiences, hopes, and feelings and the best way to do that is to empathize with our students. Students could use a little appreciation and encouragement for them to go on. We’ll never know what they might achieve because of kind and encouraging words. Hence the quote “The good influence of a teacher cannot be erased”.
I could only hope to become half of who Mrs. Thompson was in Teddy’s life. Let their story live in me everyday as I take care of my Nursery children now and in the coming years.