I climbed the stairs to the sound of raukus banging and thumping just in time to see the peanut butter container fly to the floor and land with a boom. In a flash, I recalled recontainering two pounds of peanut butter once before when the plastic jar cracked. "What are you doing?!" I yelled. The overtired boy flew up the stairs, and my husband took the fall, "My fault! Yell at me, not him!"
I try to be fair and look at situations before reacting, but sometimes. . . Then I wonder over the many times teachers are put in the position of reacting to "situations", and with the ratio of at least 20 students to 1 teacher and the job of teaching and 'no tolerance' on the mind, I wonder how often we get it right? How often do kids pull their friends out from under the bus? How often do we get it wrong and have a child go home to report, "That teacher is an idiot!"
Not to dwell on my mistake, I haul myself upstairs after him to appologize and give him a hug. "Sorry I overreacted buddy." and he hugged me back.
I think we've all had that experience of jumping to a conclusion, only to discover we were wrong!
ReplyDeleteTeaching taught me that I should always apologize when I overreact or wrongly accuse. It was something I didn't do before I started teaching, but realize the importance of it once I got in the classroom. Saying "I'm sorry" isn't as hard as some people make it out to be. Love that you said sorry quickly. :)
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