On Thursday after I’d given my students a chance to write letters of appreciation to anyone of their choosing (graded for participation only; I promised I wouldn’t read them), one student gave me her letter and said, “Don’t read this until Christmas.” Ever the responsible mandatory reporter, I comfortably lied that I wouldn’t.
But I needn’t have worried, other than for the future of the English language:
Dear, Mr.jacobs
This letter is for and how important you are to me. You help me get stronger every day when you smile at me. You are a great teacher and you are my favorite teacher.I know you are nice and kind and more but I think I would two computers.I hope when I go to 8th grade you wont forget me because I will never forget you. When you read this I hope you know that this is not a lying this is what I actually mean.So on christmas morning when you read this I hope will make you smile like every day you make me smile every day when I come to school. Have the best christmas ever with your lovely 2 daughters and wife merry christmas Mr.jacobs
sincerely , RM
One Comment
sk
Maybe some people shouldn't quit their job.