When I was in high school, I had a chemistry teacher named Mr. Johnson. He was a staunch believer in traditional gender roles and openly expressed his opinion that girls were not cut out for understanding complex chemical concepts. This toxic environment made my time in his class a struggle, not only academically but also emotionally. I often felt belittled, and despite my efforts, I barely scraped by with a B-minus. Even now, the thought of the Periodic Table sends a chill down my spine.
Fast forward three decades, I find myself as a mother to two bright and well-rounded kids. Our school district is known for its compassionate teachers and strong leadership, attracting families eager for an excellent education. We’ve been fortunate to have remarkable educators who have turned into family friends. However, one year stood out for all the wrong reasons: that was the year my son faced a teacher who clearly held a grudge against him.
My son is naturally curious and intelligent, and he has excelled in his studies, particularly in math and reading. However, during one school year, he began to struggle with a new teacher, who seemed to have made up her mind about him from the start. Forgotten assignments, lower test scores, and poor study habits became his new normal. After many discussions, he finally confessed that he didn’t understand the material in her class.
Believing in advocating for my child, I arranged a meeting with this teacher. I was taken aback when she expressed her opinion that my son wasn’t as bright as he thought he was. In a moment that stunned me, she admitted she didn’t like him. I felt a surge of anger and sadness but chose not to confront her. Instead, I left the meeting with my head held high, realizing that my son had found his equivalent of Mr. Johnson. This teacher had likely become jaded after years of teaching, and it was now my responsibility to help my son navigate this tough situation.
When I returned home, I spoke candidly with my son about what the teacher had said. He acknowledged that he could sense her disdain but was determined to focus on his own growth rather than seeking her approval. “I’ll work hard, not to prove her wrong, but to show myself I can master this,” he said with a grin. His determination was inspiring.
Throughout the year, he committed himself to his studies, sought help when needed, and put in the effort. When he brought home an A at the end of the term, I was overjoyed. I asked if the teacher had acknowledged his improvement, to which he replied that she had made a dismissive remark about his abilities. He looked her in the eye and confidently retorted, “Maybe not advanced, but definitely improved. Improvement is just as important.” In that moment, he truly amazed me.
Teachers are human, and it’s unrealistic to expect them to connect with every student. Most strive to remain professional, but I learned that my child could rise above adversity. He still recounts how empowered he felt that year, discovering his capabilities when he applied himself.
As for me, I still struggle with chemistry concepts, only knowing the symbol for gold. But in college, I earned an A in chemistry, and it was a sweet victory.
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In summary, facing a teacher who dislikes your child can be challenging, but with open communication and encouragement, children can thrive despite adversity.