An Open Letter to My Students--Past, Present, and Future

Dear Students,

I hear you when you tell me I need to “relax” and “chill.” I do. And, trust me, I try.  But, I can honestly tell you that it’s not going to happen.  Why? Because I care. I am deeply invested in your success, not only in my class, or even in school, but your lifelong success in everything you aspire to do.  And, I want to help you accomplish your goals.  

That’s a heavy order to fill. 

Sometimes, I feel like I care more than you do, and that’s a frustrating feeling.  I work beyond my regular workday to find things I know will help you learn. I also know that the majority of you will complain about the very lesson I think is the bomb. 

I know I give you “boring” passages to read, make you write on topics you have no interest in, give you difficult assessments, and push you when I know you’re not giving me your best. I do it on purpose. And the purpose is this: Whether you want it for yourself right now or not, I want to see the best version of you. I want you to discover who that person is.  I want you to own your learning and for the motivation you find when doing so to get you through life. 

You’re going to need it. 

So, this is not an apology letter. I will never say I’m sorry for caring and wanting what’s best for you. Ever. I’m willing to have you dislike me, listen to your moaning and groaning, and look at 1,000 eye rolls a day if that’s what it takes. 

Here’s a little secret about me:  I rarely give up on students.  In the ten years I’ve taught, I can only recall truly giving up on three students, mostly because they hurt me so deeply that I had to cut them loose for my own sanity.  

I’m not planning on adding to that number.

So, buckle up. We’re going to ride this year out, sometimes navigating dangerous conditions on the road, sometimes driving at dizzying speeds, sometimes, going painfully slow.  But, we are going to reach our destination together. 

Don’t give up on yourself. Don’t give up on me. I promise I will return the favor. 

Sincerely,

Ms. Ferry

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