The strange reality is that I have come to the conclusion that I am thankful for bad days. I spend a lot of time on kids that I know need me. That investment can yield a lot of happiness or a lot of frustration. When a bad day happens and I no longer am willing to tolerate poor choices, I get loud. When I get loud, I am quite remorseful. Sometimes I even instinctively flinch because I'm waiting on my mom to smack me on the back of the head because I know better. So why am I thankful for bad days?
I have learned over the years to understand that my bad days happen because I care about what happens to my students. I care about their success. I care about where they will end up. I care about how others perceive them. If you have ever seen a passionate coach yell at a player or at an official in protection of a player, that is basically what we are talking about. I'm not talking about the crazy coaches that can't keep a job. I'm talking about the ones that knowingly practice a 10:1 rule, meaning 10 positive comments to one negative. They know the relationship is paramount and it has to be protected even when you slip up.
Dr. England's message was certainly not lost on me. If I expect them to handle conflicts with class and a level head, then I should too. I saw a great meme being passed around on Twitter last week. The way we talk to our children becomes their inner voice. I cannot imagine anyone that could disagree with that statement. I am 42 years old and I can still hear the stern voices of my mentors in most things that I do. While I am thankful for the zeal that I show my students, I hope they get more from me than the experience of a bad day. Be mindful of your double standards folks, but rejoice in your passion for students. The kids have a way of seeing both of those.