The Secret is His Teacher.
Here it is, fourth quarter, and Dylan is finally – after three years of agony – keeping up in English.
The secret?
The secret is his teacher.
In a clear case of going above and beyond the call of duty, Dylan’s teacher is emailing his case manager every, single week, detailing what’s due, what’s upcoming, and what he needs to do to keep up his grades. And she has been talking to him after class, updating him on where he should be on projects, what he should have turned in already, and when things are due in the near future.
It doesn’t hurt that she also directed the spring musical, in which Dylan had a leading role. If he had failed English – and he almost did – he would have had to give up that role.
Whew.
So he’s been saved by yet another adult going out of her way to make sure Dylan knows things that he should, by all rights and expectations, know on his own.
Still, if it’s working – and it is – I’m not going to change it. And if his teacher is willing to do this for him – and she is – I’m thrilled. So after getting a B in the third quarter, Dylan is happier than ever in English class. He’s getting the work done in a timely fashion. He seems to know what’s coming. It’s going amazingly well.
I wouldn’t change a thing. If she were willing to keep going on his behalf, she could teach Dylan for the rest of his high school career.
Except it’s not my choice. And it simply can’t happen.
Dylan’s English teacher is pregnant – with twins. She is leaving in just a few weeks for maternity leave. I’d been hoping that she’d hold out until summer, just for Dylan. But her babies are due soon, and it’s time for her to get some much-needed rest.
I’m wishing her all the best. But Dylan will have to – again – fend for himself.
I just hope he can do it.