I've been praying desperately for assistance with the approaching onslaught of parents angered over their children's incomplete grades. (Incomplete is anything under a C-, gross, huh?)
The answer came in a way I wasn't expecting.
I was up front with my students today about the flack I've been getting lately regarding my policies being too harsh.
Last week was a very bad week full of tears, breakdowns, venting, and significant reconsideration regarding these issues.
So I revised my policies according to suggestions to help students succeed.
They were all in a frenzy about this change.
They hate it. They like my old policy better. They think I'm so "nice." They think I'm so "great." They think if students are doing badly it's because they're just not turning in any work.
They started a petition to switch back to my old policy and to tell other critics of my policies to stop picking on me.
They were so defensive of me. And so reassuring. It was nice to hear these things from my own students, who a week ago I was crying over because I was convinced they hated me.
Sometimes, the place we teachers need to go to know that we're doing a good job, to know that our students appreciate us, and to know that we're not "too harsh," is directly to the source.
Thank you, students, for all you said and did today. You were the answer to my prayers. I love you.