Actually, I love all my son's teachers. And the administrators, counselors, and amazing after-school supervision folks. Every last one of them. So many folks in his new school environment have shared with me little passing stories of how much they enjoy having my son there.
But this vignette focuses on his science teacher. It helps you to know, for what I am about to describe, that my son has an identified issue with visual motor coordination, as well as limited short term visual memory. Long story short, copying stuff down, and any writing by hand really, is pretty much torture for him.
So when he gleefully reported, shortly after the school year began, that he was glad he got THIS particular science teacher because other kids had already taken "TEN PAGES OF NOTES" on the first day with the other teacher (which I highly doubt, since they're, y'know, nine years old), I already knew she had worked her way into his heart. And I kept hearing about all these great hands-on things they've been doing to explore concepts in physical science. "Great!" I thought, "My kid needs all the hands-on he can get!" (What kid doesn't?)
Yesterday was especially fun though. They went on a field trip to see a play (this was not for science class), so he got to miss several classes. Let me tell you that field trips, especially those that enable him to miss classes, are the best thing EVARRRR to my child. So I asked, already knowing the answer would be swimming, what his favorite thing of the day was. Without even stopping to think as he took another bite of his burrito, he blurted "swimming." (They're doing swimming in P.E. this week.)
So I returned to a question I asked every day when I picked him up from summer camp/school a few months ago: "Besides swimming, what was the best thing about today?" Fully expecting him to tell me about the field trip to the theatre, I was surprised when he responded: "Science."
Not one to lose my composure in a Taco Bell, I replied, "Cool. Tell me what was going on in science."
"We played with wind-up toys to learn about speed."
Awesome. Good on you, Ms. A. This then led me to ask him if he knew the term velocity (he didn't) and some speculation about how we might say that word in Spanish. I told him I knew the word for "speed" in French. We then talked about some other stuff. Much of it probably had nothing to do with science. But that class activity made an impression on him. Even more than being in full dress uniform, riding a bus to another city, and seeing a play did.
And that's why I love my son's science teacher.