I have a confession to make. I am a flawed human being trying to do good in the world.
If I make a mistake I apologize and make amends. Sometimes I call myself out, sometimes I wait for students to notice and call me out. If it is a spelling or syntax error on a worksheet or slide deck that the students catch they earn extra credit.
When I mispronounce a name I ask for immediate correction and reminders if I slip up again. Names are a very good way to practice social justice as well as language arts. First I model sounding out the name the same way we taught our students to sound out new words. Then I apply any vocabulary knowledge I might have about words with similar roots or stems. Finally, I cross reference the foreign languages that I speak.
When I speak a student’s name for the first time I look for their face and make an effort to learn the face with the name, accept correction if called for and repeat the name speaking aloud to make sure I have pronounced it correctly. It will certainly take longer to get through the roster in this manner, but the benefit outweighs the cost because the students witness me modeling academic skills and respect for my students.
Students know that the adults in their lives are not perfect, but how often do those adults come clean, own their mistakes, apologize, and model how they learned from those mistakes?
Lately I have found the courage to share some of my more memorable and truly cringe worthy moments with my students.
I remember my first full time job out of college. My boss walked me to my desk and left me there to get some paperwork. The desk was very nice with a pretty calendar and matching accessories. I had no idea that this was not normal because this was my first job with a desk of my own. While I waited I filled in the calendar with family birthdates.
When my boss arrived she handed me a packet of papers and explained that her previous assistant buyer was on vacation and would pack up her desk upon her return. Until then I could put in an order for supplies, or I could shop for something more personal. OOPS!
And then it got even worse. Two weeks later I arrived in the company parking lot late and could not find a good parking space. I tried to squeeze into a spot and scraped the neighboring car. I hunted for a scrap of paper in the glove compartment and left a note with my phone number on the windshield before finding a big enough parking space.
After lunch my predecessor arrived fuming that her car had been scraped and called the number on the paper. I wanted to crawl into a deep dark hole when my phone rang for all to hear. I offered to pay for the body work, but her opinion of me would never improve.
Jobs change, people move, and wet behind the ears, fresh faced college graduates grow up. I still make mistakes, and there are a few more cringe worthy stories to share, but I’ll save them for another teachable moment!