I was just getting ready to publish Part Four of my Passion in Education Series. The final topic: Passion as a Difference Maker.
And then, Nicole Badgley's passionate post came across my reader. As you read her heart- felt letter to her seniors, you tell me...is passion a difference maker?
Today you mentioned that tomorrow is your last day. I am not sure if
that means your last day in my class, or the last day of high school,
but what I realized is that it is the my last day with you. I am going
to miss you so much. I will miss your triumphant emergences from the
“writing closet.” I will miss "kick starting" your creative process
when you get stuck. I will miss hearing your stories about your
“boyfriend” whom you babysit. I will miss your sweet smile when you
have just helped another student and you look to me for approval. But
the hard reality is that you will move on. You should move on. It is
your time to move on. Your life will get really exciting, full of new
firsts, new struggles which lead to new triumphs, and new loves. Loves
that hopefully involve learning, experiences, and someday people. You
will go on to college, and then on to a job you love, and eventually
into a family.
When I look at you I see a lot of myself when I
was the same age. I know, I know, this likeness could be perceived as a
curse because of the way I turned out, but let’s call it a good thing
for the sake of this letter. The things I see that we have in common
are numerous.
I see in you as a dreamer with goals. You know
what you want to do, where you want to be (philosophically) a few years
down the road. I knew I wanted to be a teacher, and that I wanted to
work with kids, even though I knew I would never make it rich. But the
best advice I can give is to follow your passion. If you dare to dream
you will be happy and fulfilled. If you have goals that go with those
dreams, you will find that the money will find its way into your wallet.
I
see in you an accomplished writer. You seem to thrive on being able to
put into words the thoughts you don’t really have a verbal audience
for. You see the value in preserving those thoughts, because they can
be fleeting. I was the same way. I have many journals, but I have more
backs of envelopes, scraps of paper, loose-leaf notebooks of pages from
all kinds of notebooks, and many digital files of writing. The
difference between you and me? You are confident enough to share those
pieces of writing. I didn’t have that confidence when I was young. In
fact, it took many years to want to even share the very best – let
alone the drafts. Don’t be afraid to share your ideas and your writing.
You have a great talent, and someday I hope to see you (and Allistair
Graves) on the best-seller list. I promise to even stand in line for
your first book signing.
I see in you a compassionate leader.
You are someone cares about others, their well being, and their
progress. You are fair and caring towards other people, and that shows
in the manner in which you help others, including those who frustrate
you. At your age, I loved being a waitress, helping with the Special
Olympics, tutoring in college, teaching Bible School, and eventually
moving into teaching. I can see all the same in you, which can be a
heavy burden, but rest assured, “paying it forward” in your community
is well worth the time and energy, and you get paid back in love and
respect twofold.
Now you are probably sick of hearing nice
things from me, and this letter might be getting a little long, but I
can’t stop without telling you that when you are older, like me, you
might look back and appreciate something I have taught you over the
last four years. What you probably won’t realize, is how much Iyou;
and if I don’t tell you specifically, then you will never believe it.
You have to know that you have inspired me through you columns. You
make me stop and take a moment to appreciate the moment. Adults can get
caught up in working toward the future so much, that they forget to
appreciate and enjoy what is happening right now. You have given that
back to me. I am stopping to smell the roses, or the coffee, or
whatever.
You have also reminded me how much I love to write.
Just as I said earlier, I have been so caught up in work, raising a
family, grading papers, cleaning toilets, making meals, balancing the
books, and all my other chores, that I forgot to stop and do something
for me. I remembered how much I had to say, how much I had to write,
and more importantly, I realized that I am good at something and I
should enjoy it while I can. You reminded me that I once had a goal to
get published, and to write a novel. I have been published, and now I
am working on that novel – thanks to your enthusiasm.
It seems
that at the end of each year I am sad to see the seniors go. I am sad
to see them graduate, and I am sad to realize that they stop coming
back to visit after the first long holiday or summer. I know in my head
that it is normal – and as it should be, but it still makes me sad. It
will be a sad day when you walk out that door, and when the only
information I get about you comes from your younger brothers, and then
from your mom and dad when I run into them, and eventually from
announcements in the newspaper. It will be a joy to watch your life
unfold, because that is what is really happening; your life is just
beginning. So go out there and make all of us proud, and know that you
have an unofficial cheerleader waiting on the sidelines to cheer you
on. Good Luck and God Bless you with your future. -- Mrs. Badgley
Mrs. Badgley- Your passion for students, for teaching, and for this work comes through in every word. You, my friend, are a difference maker!
Related Posts: Passion in Education
Part One: Education is for the Passionate - Isn't it?
Part Two: Passionization
Part Three: Passion....A 21st Century Skill?
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