Kids will have so many different teachers throughout their young academic years — all with different teaching styles and different ways they relate to each child. Some will be in their first years of teaching, while others approach retirement. Some will be great, some good, and some bad. But it’s that ONE teacher we will remember.. and sadly, they probably don’t even known it.
If Your Child or Teen has Learning Differences, the Teacher Can Really Matter
A teacher can single-handedly change how a kid feels about school. They can give your unique learner a chance to believe in themselves, which will help them build confidence and the drive to keep trying. It’s really just having someone in their court that’s willing to push through the tough times to prove there are brighter days ahead.
Keep in mind, there are years when the teacher may not be a good fit or even a disaster. I remember those years too. I remember the teachers who did not get me, but it was the few who did who made all the difference.
My journey as I look back
In the fall of my senior year of high school, I was in French 5. Let me tell you, it was not pretty. As a dyslexic, I could never remember to put accents in the right place and my spelling was — well pretty bad. This was the 1990’s, and I was told that despite my good grades that if I opted out of foreign languages, I would not get into the college of my choice. How could one French class keep me from my dream school? I thought I was doomed. I may not have been a great speller, but by the time I got to high school, I had learned not to give up! I went to my teacher, Madame Ruggles, and told her — I had to get a B — according to my college counselor.
The Teacher Who Made the Difference in My Life
Without batting an eye, Madame Ruggles began to meet with me every day during school. She knew I was trying so hard, but my results did not turn out the way I had hoped. I still have dreams that I fail every test and do not get that B because it was such an uphill battle.
I had this sense that she was pulling for me. Madame, like so many language teachers, insisted we speak “en Français”. That was all right with me because it was the writing that I found so difficult. So over time, I was able to show what I knew by speaking the answers as opposed to writing them. It was a struggle, but I got my B — and then promptly dropped French in college. I struggled partly to be like everyone else. I think Madame knew I was in fact not like everyone else. And she seemed to convey in a few words that this too would pass and that in life I would be able to use my talents not my weaknesses.
I recently found out that Madame Ruggles passed away. After retirements, she had moved to my town. So all this time, if I had only known, I could have gone to visit her. If I had, I would have said, “Madame, merci”.
Parents are often frustrated by many of the negative academic experiences their child has, and I completely understand. But remember, it is the few teachers who really believe in us — who help the unique learner like me reach our destination, and those are the one that will be remembered forever.