Shalom, Shalom, Because It Means Peace [A Thought for Ms. Waldman]
A former student asked via text, “Hey v, its me … I just wanted to confirm ms waldman?”
She was the third student who had asked me about the recent passing.
“Yes, it’s true.”
Ms. Waldman and I shared the last class she ever taught before she had to go away for a while. We had an auspicious beginning of the 2011-2012 school year, me with the cart I called a portable classroom and her with the booming voice that shook our shared room. She already had a reputation in the school for gravitating towards the tough kids, and I already had a reputation of patience and care for students, a ying and yang for this class. We would sync up our EnGrade accounts so our students wouldn’t have an excuse for not logging in to check
She was the third student who had asked me about the recent passing.
“Yes, it’s true.”
Ms. Waldman and I shared the last class she ever taught before she had to go away for a while. We had an auspicious beginning of the 2011-2012 school year, me with the cart I called a portable classroom and her with the booming voice that shook our shared room. She already had a reputation in the school for gravitating towards the tough kids, and I already had a reputation of patience and care for students, a ying and yang for this class. We would sync up our EnGrade accounts so our students wouldn’t have an excuse for not logging in to check