I love my students. I do. No matter how much they make me grit my teeth and roll my eyes some days, I still love them. Just like almost every teacher I've ever worked with. One particular grade level I currently teach is full of a bunch of rowdy boys and dramatic girls. As a teaching team, we've all tired different approaches to help these kids grow into young men and women, but some lessons are just hard to understand and apply--like discipline..... or responsibility.... or that actions speak louder than words. Next year, these students will venture across the way to the secondary building. They will have to step up their game in each of these areas. So in a joint effort help students grow in maturity and begin building relationships with future students, my husband has stepped in to teach leadership lessons with my sixth grade students. The hope is that some of what he says sticks and that they will learn from him and see him as a teacher or mentor before they see him as the big bad guy next year. (Did I mention he will be their principal starting next year and until they graduate?) My husband has said that the hardest part about moving into an admin position is that he feels like he, "only gets to be the bad guy now." He doesn't get to teach students or build the same kind of relationship he did when he was coaching. These lessons let his passion for kids shine through and will hopefully make a lasting impact, too. It takes a village to get these kids where they need to be and where we want them to be. I'm blessed he's a big part of it.
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