At 5:30pm I was sitting in my classroom again, in heels and a pencil skirt. I was frantically printing out progress reports, setting out the appointment list, fixing my hair, and cleaning off a few stray desks. Parent-teacher conferences started tonight and due to the number of students we have, it’s always a crazy time. I love meeting the parents but I hate the stress that comes with it. We have five minutes with each parent, which never feels like enough time to get anything done.
But it was all worth it when I heard over and over, “I don’t know what you’re doing, but my son/daughter is actually reading now!”
I never feel prouder than when I hear those words. Or these.
“It kills me, but sometimes I have to take the book away from her so that she does her homework!”
“Last night, I caught him hiding in the bathroom reading! Instead of sleeping like he should have been.”
“She’s reading books that actually mean something, books that have a message. She isn’t fighting me about reading anymore. I don’t even know what to do with myself!”
It’s conferences like these that remind WHY I am doing what I am doing. With the lack of time for language arts this year I have been struggling a lot with lighting the reading fire. I didn’t know if I was making a difference for many of my students because I only see them for 50 minutes per day. But now I know I am!!