Having a kind note from somebody really can make all the difference, can’t it?<\/p>\n
I received an email today from somebody from the CTWP. Now that school’s started, that feels like a whole world apart, something that happened two years ago, not just two months ago.<\/p>\n
Anyway, the last day of CTWP, I had little notes that I typed up for everyone to give them. Little love notes, I guess you could say. I don’t know why I do things like that, necessarily. Sometimes it seems like it’s overly cheesy, but if I have the time\/effort to do those things, I like to. I had almost forgotten about writing those, but this email mentioned it.<\/p>\n
Dear Elisabeth
\nToday was my first day of the new semester.\u00a0 I happened to be wearing the same jacket I wore on “Visitors’ Day” in June.\u00a0 In my pocket was the kind note you had slipped me that day.\u00a0 I was a bit nervous, as always on the first day\u00a0 Then I felt your note in my pocket.\u00a0 I opened the note, reread it and I knew my day would be a good one…and it was.\u00a0 Your kind words meant more than you know.\u00a0\u00a0 All teachers should read a note from a loving and lovely student prior to the first day of class.\u00a0 Best elixir there ever was! Thank you dear Elisabeth.\u00a0 I hope your new year is going well and that you are loving your new school.\u00a0 I know they are loving you.
\nStay in touch.
\n-_______<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\nThat email made my day. I was so self conscious about writing those, and even more nervous about giving them to people. I mean, what if they thought I was so weird? That the notes were too personal? It’s putting a little bit of yourself out there. Knowing that other people kept my notes, and that it meant something to them, makes it worth it. I am so happy that something I did could brighten another person’s day.<\/p>\n
Also, I’ve had former students visit me every day this week. And that they took the time to slip past my room in the “Seventh Grade Hall” also makes me smile pretty big.<\/p>\n
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