Dear Teacher, I’m Sorry

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Dear Teacher, 

I hope you had a wonderful summer. I hope you got to sleep in, go on vacation, attend some festivals and most of all, let loose a little.  

I started the summer with an ambitious list of what I wanted to do with my young ones. The places I wanted them to see, the worksheets I wanted them to complete, the life lessons I wanted them to learn. I wanted them to go back to class and have you be proud of them me. I wanted you to be proud of the fact that I was able to keep my children’s reading level at the very least the same level they left school with. I wanted you to see I worked on their math with them. I wanted you to be impressed by all the science stuff they learned from the home experiments we conducted.  

I’m here to tell you I failed. Epically. We didn’t go to a quarter of those places I had planned and scheduled. I barely taught them how to fold a shirt, let alone have them build a volcano or some other nonsense that would create a mess that I wasn’t prepared to clean up.  

Those math worksheets? Yeah, about those. I made two. And then made sure they completed them at my sister’s house while I was at work. If you remember from last year, you’ll remember my infinite distaste for math. I double-checked this summer and yep, I still get goose bumps trying to teach them basic math skills. I’ll be back this year “volunteering” during math time so I can learn help in the classroom.  

Reading? Umm. I had them read. In fact, I even took them to the library four times this summer. We got books. We read them at home. And then, July happened. We started going to the pool and by the time bedtime came around, I was the kids were so tired, I would just plop them into bed not even caring if they brushed their teeth or changed into their pajamas. I had every intention of having them read when they woke up, but then they were hungry. And we had to rush to leave the house on time. I promise you I checked last week and they still know their sight words, so we’re okay, right? 

I want to tell you how much I appreciate you. Correction: I love you. I knew it last year while they were in class, but summer made me realize how much I really do LOVE you.  Your endless happiness and positivity are the things my dreams are made of as I sit folding laundry and doing dishes all while watching my children water the patio and raise my water bill instead of filling up the pool, like I asked them to do 100 times.  I know they love me, but they need someone like you in their life. The motivation you have is something I don’t. I’ll be the first to admit, I wouldn’t make a good elementary teacher. I’m sure the principal would not appreciate all of the iPad time I would allow the kids just so I could check Facebook on my phone for a moment of relative peace and quiet. 

Since I’m sending my kids back with a reading level that is somewhat questionable and math skills comparable to that a toddler, I bought you extra reams of paper and dry erase markers. I know how much you love extra school supplies, and I want you to know that while I was shopping at Target with the kids for the umpteenth time, I thought of you. And that bag of coffee is definitely a “I’m sorry” “Welcome back” gift. 

Please let me know if you need anything else. You know, from Target.  

Love,  

Your student’s mom

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One Response to Dear Teacher, I’m Sorry

  1. Heidi August 13, 2016 at 8:30 pm #

    Funny stuff, Delores! I LOVE teachers, too, especially after this summer. 🙂

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