Tuesday, November 10, 2009

"I'm a crooked kind of perfect," she wrote in her journal when asked to describe herself. My students never cease to amaze me. What insight! What wisdom! Eleven years to her credit and she has already accomplished what took me almost three decades. There for all the world to see in number two lead lies her brave declaration of self-acceptance. I only wish I had learned to love my own beautiful imperfections at such a tender age. I scribble an 'A' in red ink at the top of the page, giving her so much less than she has given me. The teacher becomes the student once again.

finds her voice-
who needs wings?


  1. FANtastic, it does seem to me as well that young ones are more spiritual..of course a lot of it is due to teachers, not enough of them, like You dear Kristin, beautiful piece you wrote here, I am also awestruck by this young girl!

  2. Very interesting, Kristin :)

    And somehow reminded of the quote --The problem with kittens is that they will only grow up to become cats! :)


  3. your passion and craft for story-telling and interpretation are beautiful, inside and out, thanks for letting your heart ajar...:)

  4. Kristin,
    __No one could have written that, in better form; the self understanding with which I struggle each day!
    __Who needs wings!?
    __Heartfull! _m

  5. Loved this post, Kristin!
    So lovely!


  6. Loved the story about your student. And, the poem you wrote about it.

  7. you are an exceptional teacher...

    while in the classroom
    students and teachers kindle
    life long memories