reflections, teaching

A Return to Munchkin Land

Last Thursday I got four messages from my former student “Laura” whose first message started “Call me back! *giggles*” then “Why won’t you call me back?” and then “If you don’t want to call me back, you don’t have to… *sniffle* *sniffle* *click*” So I visited them…. Do you remember how it felt seeing your teacher unexpectedly? Like at the mall or a restaurant? I remember running into my elementary school principal at K-Mart with my parents. I still remember my shock. Friday, I had deja vu with me on the other side. They gasped, they blinked twice, and then came running. The best group hug ever….Teaching is a one year project whose results realize fruition or failure years later but when I saw “Laura” and “Kelly” clutching Roald Dahl books that I read them last year, excitedly telling me other books by him they’d read, I felt a strange sort of high that maybe I had provided them with, albeit a tiny, stepping stone.


“A great teacher has little external history to record. His life goes over into other lives. These men are pillars in the intimate structure of our schools. They are more essential than its stones or beams, and they will continue to be a kindling force and a revealing power in our lives”- Emperor’s Club

9 thoughts on “A Return to Munchkin Land”

  1. Nice quote at the end. Nothing beats a hug from a kid. I remember visiting those kids and I felt so loved by them….kids are pure and innocent unfortunately they grow up

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  2. 🙂I see my old teachers, but I don’t say hi. Well, because I guess I have only left them recently, and also because I don’t want to make a fool of myself it they don’t remember me :-P.But I guess years from now, when I’m a senior in college or something, and I see one of my teachers from elementary/high school walking down the street, I surely would be happy and say hi even if they might/will not remember me. 🙂Good stuff.

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  3. Ahhh, you are truly a teacher. Although you are physically not there at the moment, just look at what you have left these sweet little gems.You have most definately provided them all a stepping stone.Great post!

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  4. Yes a lot of them are, good eye! My school had a lot of refugees from many different countries like Iraq, Afghanistan, Bosnia, Somalia, Senegal, etc. Very brave children who’ve seen so much yet somehow are not yet jaded.

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  5. What a beautiful group of kids – and how cute that you got to see them again! I do remember that weird feeling of unexpectedly seeing a teacher! LOL… That is awesome that they’re still reading 🙂

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