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Emma past my window.

Hiat Labib - Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Emma walks past my window, all decked out in her high school uniform.

I've become so used to seeing her that I've come to expect it, maybe even grown to miss it when she’s skipping a class or two.

Six years ago Emma was a Forest Grove student in my after school program.

From the very first day I introduced myself to Emma she despised me. You may think I’m being dramatic but she looked me in the eye and said, “I don’t like you, get away from me.”

I was intrigued. There’s just something about that brand of character that I seem to ‘get’.  I also believe that a student deserves some recognition for mustering up the audacity to look a teacher in the eye and make a statement that bold!

For the two years that followed my first introduction to Emma I gained her trust, helped her with some pretty serious conflict resolution and built a relationship based on respect.  It wasn't easy and I won’t for a second pretend that it doesn't feel like more work to build a relationship with a person (child or adult) who has no interest.

Now I see Emma all grown, looking like a beautiful little lady and I am overwhelmed with gratitude for the lessons she taught me and the challenge she gave me.  I think of her as my initiation into this wonderful school… she left me all roughed up and on a mission.  For anyone that doesn't know, a teacher on a mission is a pretty intense force to be reckoned with.  

My goal was never to make Emma like me and had she never stopped disliking me I would have been fine.

My goal was to like Emma. 

I found every likable thing there was to find and I simply let her know that I recognized them. It didn't take long for Emma to start to feel the shift. 

The point of this story isn't to talk about how I won someone over but rather how managing to find a tiny bit of light they won me over. 

Dr. Anthony P Witham said, "Children spell love.. T-I-M-E." I couldn't agree more however, Emma taught me that there are two ways to spell it... the other way was T-R-U-S-T.



 


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