I’ve been thinking about my memories of high school. Honestly, almost all of them are vague. I have a few specific ones, but mostly it’s just a haze, most good, some not so brilliant. This includes my actual educational experience as well as my social life. Most of my specific memories are socially based.
As a teacher this makes me really sad. I’m pouring my life into these kids and I’m worried they won’t remember me (Not that it’s about me, I know). Even my best teachers I only have hazy memories of. I know others have way better long term memories than me, and much more specific ones, but the thought of these kids that I love not really remembering me in years to come really makes me sad. I remember lots of my teachers, but not in any great detail. I certainly don’t remember any specifics of how they affected my life. I just have general feelings and ideas of how they must have influenced me.
I’m pouring so much of my energy, time and care into my students. I know the point is that I’m affecting them here and now in their developmental years, and that is vitally important, but it does make me sad to think that they may forget all about me in the years to come.
Ok, I’m done sulking now.