I wrote to Will's first grade teacher, his Kindergarten teacher, and his first preschool teacher. Tomorrow, my not so little man walks into his elementary school for the third year. Second grade. It's time for another letter.
Dear Miss K,
Let me introduce you to my son, Will. I know you already know him since he is hard to miss, but, I am pretty sure you don't really know him. So, I am going to take a minute to introduce you to my boy.
Will is a kid who will love you at first sight. In fact, he has hoped for you to be his teacher all summer, so really, the love has already started. He is excited to see all the kids, and every single one of them will be referred to as his "best friend." With that, comes great potential to hurt. He will be deflated when criticized. Heartbroken when ostracized. He is love and pain wrapped up in one.
He is no perfectionist. He will write sloppily because it gets done faster that way. He won't read words, but will guess what a page says because its quicker. His mind will wander while you teach, no matter how interesting you may be. He's a do-er. He's not a sitter. He's not meticulous or careful. He's a bull in a china shop and rushed to do everything so he misses out on nothing. But, he will hold himself to an insanely high standard. He will be crushed by poor grades, despises missing baskets, and often opts to quit something if he thinks he can't do it. He wants perfection, but he's not going to work for it.
Will's smart, but goofy. Happy, but easily dismayed. He's loud, but sensitive to noise. He's a million different things and then the complete opposite in one. He's both ying and yang, up and down, back and front. He's a little of everything and a lot of somethings. He's Will. He loves you and the class and is super excited, but if you ask him, he hates school. He's so very many things these days, so just be sure to see it all. Like Will, you're not going to want to miss a thing!