Working at a middle school is hard on its own. The year of 2017 I volunteered at a middle school in California. Monday-Friday spending 10-14 hours working, teaching, and creating lesson plans. I was not easy but every day I woke up ready to give 100 percent to each of my students. This was only a one-year commitment so I knew that I could sacrifice a year to help these students. 2017 was not an easy year for my family. No one is ever prepared for the loss of a close family member, let alone four of them. I lost my uncles, two aunts, and a cousin.
Whilst I wanted to be energetic, happy, and present for my students it was not easy. Three months into working there we found out my uncle had stage four cancer; doctors only giving him two months to live. He died shortly after and it was extremely hard for everyone in my family. Three months later his mom, my great aunt passed away suddenly. This was a shock and it felt so strange to lose someone this close to us. As time went on, we lost more close relatives. I was not used to this, spending time with family members not to celebrate and have fun, but to grieve the lost of our loved ones. Over and over again, month after month, just grieving.
This unfortunately bled through to my work and my students started to notice something was a little off. I did not want them to worry or to burden them because my goal was to help them learn, succeed, and raise both their state test scores and grades. I realized that the best way I could give my kids what they needed was to be honest. I told them what had happened and I did not except what came next.
One morning I was at school before everyone else, per usual, and I was shocked to find that most of my students were waiting for me in front of the school with letters, balloons, and food. I reminded them that it was not my birthday and even if it was, they did not need to do anything for me. Letters filled with poems and words of affirmation. They went above and beyond for me. They were kids so they still gave me days filled with attitude and frustration because I was being “too hard” on them, nothing I cannot handle. Everything they did was out of the kindness of their hearts and I did not expect any of it. Every day they would come to my office whether it was to talk about grief and thing that they were going through in their own lives or just simply make sure that I was okay.
Another time they came into my office and told me they wanted a lesson on grief. We all went around and talked about a time we were going through grief. This was a very emotional day and we all learned or were reminded that grief is not something that goes away. People do not think about the families who have lost someone six months after or even a year after. It is never that we get over it, we just get used to missing them. It is something that never goes away. Up until this day my students still reach out to me. They ask me questions about love, loss, and friendship.
They recently started high school and I am always here for them every step of the way. No one expected a pandemic would happen and we would be stuck on lock down. We are losing our loved ones everyday and now we could learn how to cope not just with loss but doing it alone.
To my students,
Words are never enough. Thank you for always listening. Some times that is all we need.
About the Creator
KP
The most exciting thing about me are my cats.




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