10 Back-to-School Memories About the Kindness and Empathy That Outlive the School Year

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09/24/2026
10 Back-to-School Memories About the Kindness and Empathy That Outlive the School Year

A teacher gets the class she is given. A kid gets whoever is standing at the front of the room in September. Neither of them picked it, and they have until June. What happens in between runs on kindness or it doesn’t run at all.

The part that matters goes unrecorded. There is no box on a report card for letting a kid hand in a note instead of homework because you can see he is drowning and will not say it out loud, or for the afternoon somebody shelved the work and took twenty-six children outside because it was warm. Those were not lessons. That was kindness, and nobody logged it.

A 2011 meta-analysis by Debora Roorda and colleagues, published in the American Educational Research Association’s Review of Educational Research, pooled 99 studies and found that the teacher-student relationship predicts how engaged a child is. The effect was strongest in the higher grades. 10 stories here, from both sides of the desk.

1.

I had a very shy Year 8 student who would hide her face and refuse to speak at the start of the year. I spent a lot of time talking quietly with her and trying to show her that just because other people are louder, it doesn’t mean their ideas are more important. Slowly, she started contributing more in class and seeing that it was ok to share. When it came time for oral presentations, I offered for her to do hers at lunch with a couple of friends instead of the whole group. She decided to present in front of the whole class, though. She was so shaky and quiet, but I have never been prouder of a student for having a go. When she finished, the whole class gave her a huge round of applause and told her how great she was. To see some pretty negative kids show empathy and support, and to know she could face her fears, was amazing.

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3.

One of my favourite memories- which, if you have something similar just once in your career, is amazing- is when I went to the local grocery store and checked out with a former student (cashier) who asked me the typical question: do you remember me/my name? (That always makes my heart stop because if I don’t remember I feel terrible). I hadn’t taught her in at least 10 years (she’d be 22 at the time). She went on to explain she was the assistant manager, getting her nursing degree, and she told me in the last round of hiring she participated as a hiring decision-maker. Then she told me THIS: “You know Mark in our class that was bouncing off the walls, and you would get him to run errands or rearrange the books on our classroom shelves before you’d get him to complete some work? Well, one of the new hires I convinced the other manager to give him a chance because I know he’d do well stocking shelves. He reminded me so much of Mark with all that energy. I’m pretty sure he was ADHD. I think that gives him an advantage for this job”

You never know what impact you make until you hear a story like that!

Nobody tracks what happens to a student ten years on. The happiness in that story belongs to a teacher who had no idea it existed until she went shopping.

4.

Miss Glazia Walker from Northern Italy. She was my anatomy and physiology teacher. She was an awesome instructor; anyway, on the last day of finals, I was the last to get done. As we were walking out of the building together, she asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up. I laughed and said, " What? I’m 9 months pregnant, have a 2-year-old, work full time, standing duty every 4 nights for 24 hours, and go to school at night. She repeated her question. I thought hard and said, “When I was little, I wanted to be a veterinarian.” She remarked, “Then go do it” I told her I was too old at 31. She stopped me mid-walk, looked me in the eye, and said, “You aced the final and even got the 5 bonus questions right, which never happens, and you have gotten A’s in my class; you’re smart enough” I left feeling good about myself because no teacher had ever encouraged me as she did

5.

A teacher sent this note home with her students to give to their parents. 💙

Parenting and teaching overlap more than either side admits, and a note sent home is usually where it happens.

6.

I teach 3rd grade, and there’s a shy girl in my class who rarely speaks. She doesn’t raise her hand, eats lunch alone, and only answers questions with nods or whispers.

I’ve been trying to reach her through small gestures: leaving encouraging notes on her papers, asking about her penguin stuffed animal (which I noticed she carries everywhere), and letting her help pass out classroom supplies.

This morning, I found a folded piece of paper on my desk. Inside was a drawing of two penguins holding flowers, and a note that read:

“Dear Ms. L, Thank you for not making me talk when I don’t want to. Your smile feels like a hug. I drew you a penguin friend so you won’t be lonely at your desk.”

I had to step into the hallway to compose myself. Sometimes the children who need kindness the most are the ones who give it away so quietly.

A child who eats lunch alone is not usually sad about it in any way an adult would recognize. Loneliness at that age looks like competence.

7.

In primary school, Year 6th, our teacher would sometimes see we were getting restless near the end of day, and he said children should not be stuck indoors all day long. If it was a nice day he would say, “Forget about this boring work, lets go outside and play football or something.”

He would let us spend the last hour of the day outside playing football while the teacher would referee, most of the girls played hockey or badminton. Even if you just wanted to just sit and watch, no big deal. I know it was basically just an extra PE lesson but it was always a nice surprise and good to get out in the sun.

An hour outside on a warm afternoon is not on any syllabus, and the happiness of it outlasts most of what is.

8.

I have been a teacher for 10 years. I teach athletics at a small private school.

I was working with our 5th graders and playing a tag game. One of the students has a condition that makes it so that he is not able to run well or walk correctly.

I asked all of the students who wanted to be it. He raised his hand excitedly. I told him he could be it. I was very skeptical because I was worried people would just run around him and he would get really discouraged.

One of his friends put on an amazing acting class for me. He did everything in his power to make it look like he was sincerely trying to get away and let himself get tagged. I have never seen him look so happy.

I damn near cried. Yes I am a man. After doing this for 10 years, I’ve been amazed at what some kids can really do.

9.

My student is six. She is careful in a way six-year-olds usually aren’t, which at that age is not a compliment. Her mom is raising her alone, and the parenting she is doing shows. She asked to meet me after school, without her daughter knowing. She wouldn’t sit down. Five minutes in she put a piece of paper on my desk and her voice went thin. “Call me straight away if she ever mentions a man named Mr. Glean.”

Three weeks of it, she said. I want to see Mr. Glean. Mr. Glean would understand. Never a face, never where, never who.

Mr. Glean is mine. Every Friday I tell the class about an old man who knows every story ever told, and when somebody sad comes to him he finds the one that matches what they cannot say. I invented him my first year teaching, mostly for the kids who go quiet.

Her mother put both hands flat on the desk and stayed like that.

I asked the girl about it later. She hadn’t told her mom who he was because she thought her mom would feel bad about needing him. She is six and she was protecting her mother. Empathy that early is not something anyone trains into a child.

The stories are in a notebook now. I wrote them out. Her mother reads one on Fridays.

10.

When my students found out my sister passed away, a brother and sister approached me. She handed me flowers, and the boy gave me a stuffed animal. A black chicken.

I said, “Thanks, but why a chicken?”

My heart sank as he replied, “Ms. Kate, it’s obviously Mabel.”

I had to sit down on the reading rug. In September, on the second day of school, I had told them a story about my sister’s backyard flock to explain the word stubborn. One hen followed her to the mailbox every morning and would not be shooed off. That hen was Mabel. I had said her name once, in passing, months earlier, to a room of seven-year-olds I assumed were thinking about lunch.

He had asked his mom to drive him to three stores until he found a black one. That was parenting too, a mother who drove to all three without asking why.

That was not a lesson I taught. It was a seven-year-old doing the arithmetic of what would help, and getting it right. Empathy at seven looks like a trip to three stores. Mabel sits on the shelf above my desk now. Every September I tell the stubborn hen story to the new class.

Ask a grown adult about a teacher and watch how fast they answer. The name, the room, the exact sentence. Thirty years and they still have it word for word. Watch their face too. That happiness is thirty years old and still working. It is never the lesson they kept. It is the ten seconds of kindness they weren’t supposed to notice.

The teacher almost never remembers. She was tired that day, she had forty other things happening, she said something in passing on her way to the parking lot. She has no idea she is still in there.

It runs the other way too. There are teachers carrying a drawing from a six-year-old in a desk drawer twenty years on, and the kid who made it forgot by Tuesday. Loneliness at seven doesn’t announce itself, and neither does whatever fixes it.

Which teacher do you still think about?

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