Fayette-Mom: Classroom lessons

Now, of course, I tried to prepare them for this inevitability. I mean, what are the odds that out of six classrooms, you’re going to end up in the same class as the one person you’ve identified to be the end-all, beat-all?

Through the summer, I tried to gently remind them of the realities at hand, and as I did so, I couldn’t help but think how different things are now.

I remember when all the wishes were wrapped up in what teacher my kids were assigned to. Who gives less homework? Which teacher performs cartwheels when their students do well? Which teacher works the best with which personality?

It used to be a subject of much anxiety, but I’m slowly starting to realize that this is yet another way school prepares our kids for life.

Sometimes, you’re going to get a teacher whose personality is just like yours and you’ll think it’s the best year ever. You’ll always have a special place in your heart for him/her.

Other times, you’ll think you drew the short straw when your teacher rides you hard and doesn’t buy the usual excuses that have been working for you for years. It’ll be this teacher you think the most of when you reflect back on your success.

And sometimes, you don’t get in the same class as your best friend, but you make several new ones that you’ll cherish forever (and no, that doesn’t not mean your best friend has to be replaced … I promise!).

It’s all a part of learning life. For them, and for me.