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We asked teachers to share their triumphs and frustrations, the hilarious or absurd moments from their lives, in no more than 100 words.

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Stephen couldn鈥檛 sit in his desk without fidgeting, playing with his little Tech Deck fingerboard constantly, driving me mad. The kid with so much potential, if only he could harness that energy for good instead of mischief. One day in his freshman year, we made a deal. He wrote a contract saying, 鈥淚, Stephen, will do my work in class for the rest of the year.鈥� We both signed it.

His senior year, he returned to my classroom almost unrecognizable. He handed me a rainbow fiber optic sphere he had made and said, 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry I gave you such a hard time. Thank you for believing in me.鈥� I keep that sphere as a reminder of why I teach.

Rana El Yousef
High school chemistry
Glendora, Calif.

I am so tired. I lay my hands on the faux-wood desk, hazy light filtering into the humid room. My 7th graders are buzzing, wide smiles. I鈥檝e gifted all of us some time for them to work on projects.

Walking the room, I鈥檓 concerned they will 鈥渏ust talk鈥� instead of 鈥渨ork.鈥� A table of three is mid-conversation.

鈥淲hat if we can fly, but we don鈥檛 know it?鈥�

鈥淲hat if we can fly, but our wings haven鈥檛 grown?鈥�

I smile.

The third: 鈥淲hat if our farts are supposed to help us fly?!鈥�

We all break into silly laughter. Joyful, important work.

Christina Torres
8th grade, English
Honolulu

I wanted to tell them my secret all year, but never found the right moment. These students looked up to me. What if they were disappointed once I told them it had only been my first year teaching?

My thoughts were interrupted as 11 smiling faces popped into our classroom holding a white poster that boasted our colorful caricatures. They presented me with this priceless handmade gift. Every student signed it and wrote me a personal note. We shared laughs and tears together one last time. My first year of teaching was complete and I didn鈥檛 want it to end.

Allessia Quintana
11th and 12th grades, special education social studies
New York City

Almost everyone was there, and it felt like a victory to me. It was February break, and we had to finish biotech labs. When he walked in, I learned that his mother had passed away a few days before. I couldn鈥檛 comprehend why he would choose to be in school during this difficult time.

I spoke to him. He said that this is where he needed to be: His mother valued education as a tool for empowerment and his classmates made him feel powerful. Four months later, he graduated with honors and I understood why he鈥檇 come to that winter meeting.

David Upegui
11th and 12th grades, biology and human anatomy
Central Falls, R.I.

The scene: snack time, first day of school, and me, a first-year teacher, gravitating between feeling lucky to have landed a job and terrified of messing it all up. Eighteen 5th graders chatter. I flit between tables. I turn, and what do I see? A student doing a handstand in the middle of the room. A handstand!

69传媒 stare: first at him, then at me, wondering how I鈥檒l respond. That day, I choose to laugh. As students join in, all is right in the world of our classroom. The lesson: Given a 鈥渢eachable moment,鈥� respond with love first, guidance second.

Lauren Eisinger
5th grade, special education co-teacher
Naples, N.Y.

About This Project

Teachers鈥� lives are packed with powerful moments: moments of triumph, frustration, absurdity, joy, revelation, and hilarity. We want to hear about them. Submit your Tiny Teaching Story, in no more than 100 words, here.