My sister asked her if she ever had me as a teacher. She couldn’t remember what class I even taught her, but she knew that she had. My pride was wounded a bit at the idea that the hours upon hours I spent teaching weren’t memorable. The question wasn’t what was the favorite thing I taught her, simply what class did I teach.
What she did remember was that at the end of the semester, I wrote every senior a card. It was the only year I ever did that. Apparently, that spoke louder than the arguments for God’s existence, Church teachings, and problem of evil discussions.
It is something I would like to stop and consider more often. At times, as teachers, the memorable class teachings are ones that we never intended. While it can frustrate me that the beautiful truths I attempt to express are often forgotten, it is encouraging to know that something is getting through to them.
I spent hours writing out cards that were honest and encouraging. It is nice to hear a few years later that they made some sort of impact.