And that's not easy to do, because I am a crusty old bird. We showed up at Awards Day at school, because we were told that Eva was getting an award.
Wouldn't you know that her two favourite teachers, both of whom I absolutely adore, had both nominated her for awards. So she got an Outstanding Commitment medal for Social Studies, even though the evil head of the Social Studies department wouldn't let Eva's real teacher present it to her because he wasn't on the awards committee. But she did let him contribute to some presentation lines and he said that aside from Eva's "astounding knowledge of social studies", he had never had a student challenge him the way she does and that, as a teacher, he has learned so much from her. I was pretty gobsmacked by that statement, actually.
And then her drama teacher spoke about the Personal Achievement Award that he was presenting and how the person receiving it was the most amazing person he had ever met and consistently challenged herself throughout Junior High despite great personal difficulties, how she showed such resilience when those attempts sometimes failed, and at how in grade nine was truly evaluating who she was, which was something most adults do not do. He spoke of how proud he was to have known someone like her and then he called my baby's name to receive the plaque. And he spoke to her alone afterward and told her he meant every word.
Oh shit, it's making me weepy again just thinking about it.
These men both personify what a great teacher should be. They are kind-hearted and accepting and challenging, and I am so grateful that Eva benefited from having them in her life. I am really going to miss them. Not as much as Eva will, though.
If you were hoping for a Wilco concert review, I'll write it tomorrow, as it been a long long crazy week and I am so fucking tired.
I DON'T HAVE TO GO BACK TO WORK TILL JULY 10!!!