Dear Ms. Roberts,
You have ruined our daughter. You have ruined us. You are a second-year First Grade teacher with almost no experience under her belt, so I’m sure that you are blissfully unaware of the trouble you have caused. To be perfectly honest, when class assignments were announced we hoped Penny would be elsewhere. We didn’t know what to expect of you; we couldn’t have expected what we got. If we had requested a class transfer, maybe we would not have to deal with the inevitable repercussions.
It’s too late now.
No one will ever live up to the bar you have set for our daughter.
It’s Teacher Appreciation Week and I wanted to let you know just how much we appreciate you. That being said, there will be tears at Penny’s Moving On ceremony…I’ll try to stay strong. But I may as well ask, how would you feel about teaching Second Grade next year and Third the year after that? Please. If you just agreed to follow Penny throughout her academic career, you could really put all of our minds at ease.
We know how lucky we are to have a teacher who goes so far above and beyond for all her students (and especially the one who means the most to us).
Penny can be a sensitive girl, as you well know. In order to give your students the opportunity to express themselves – as well as practice their writing skills – you installed a mailbox in your classroom and encouraged everyone to “send” you letters. They could tell you about their feelings and emotions, or whatever happened to be on their minds. Penny averaged four letters a day, sometimes more. And you replied to all of them. I don’t know how you kept up. She has so many feelings and emotions, and there is so much on her expanding, inquisitive mind! I have trouble keeping up.
Penny is a smart kid, the kind of kid in danger of getting bored as the year progresses. You made sure that didn’t happen. You brought in another teacher to go over more advanced mathematics with her and a few other students. Sometimes you even loaned Penny out to her old (also incredible) Kindergarten teacher to help out. By explaining concepts in a way that made them easily digestible to slightly younger students, she gained an even deeper understanding of the material. And she was so excited to be a “real teacher,” just like you.
I’m grateful that Penny goes to a school that allows and encourages this type of individual attention. I’m grateful that you are the type of educator that is creative and caring enough to provide it.
Penny comes home every day absolutely beaming, excited about what she learned and ready to go back tomorrow. On the rare occasion when you were absent, she would sulk that she had the “worst day ever!” She couldn’t wait for you to come back! I’d have to caution her to give you a nice gentle hug, lest she pounce on you like a 40 pound cat and wrestle you to the ground in unbound (and slightly unhinged) elation.
I think we all have those teachers we remember for the rest of our lives. I have no doubt, you are it for Penny. She loves you so much and so do we.
Thank you for being an extraordinary, one-of-a-kind, truly special teacher. If you can’t be Penny’s teacher every year from now on, we can at least hope you’ll be Simon’s in a few years.
Until then we’ll miss you,