“Draw the outline of a big letter ‘I” in your journals,” I ask them. “Now inside, fill it with sentences starting with ‘I’.”
I smile tonight, reading as they define their identities at 10, 11.
I am a big sister. I am probably going to talk too much. I am in love with the color pink because it makes me feel pretty. I am a good student. I am happy that I am in your class because you seem nice.
I am not afraid of roller coasters. I am one of my mom’s favorite girls. I am a football player. I love One Direction. I like to write my own songs.
I laugh reading some…
I love Takis even though my mom says they are gross. I am a little emo.
… catch my breath reading others.
I am scared to be at a new school.
I am trying to be the best at staying on task.
I hope I can pass the test this year.
I miss my dad.
I am going to be OK.
I hate the end of the school day.
I am hoping for the miracle of a perfect year.
This is why, on Sunday nights, teachers sometimes cannot sleep. Our minds are too busy writing sentences of our own.
I am determined to give you what you need this year. I am praying for wisdom. I am hoping I am up to the task. I am so very, very glad to be your teacher.