The 2015-2016 school year began a little harder than hoped. We were new to Charlottesville and new to our schools. The transition was probably the biggest for our son because he was entering middle school.

We had tried to meet children from his school prior to the start of the year, but there were no middle school boys at the pool, and the only boy on his football team who attended his school was in a different grade.

The first day of school was rough. No one talked to my son at lunch or at the outside free time. The bus driver yelled at him because he accidentally got off at the wrong stop coming home and had to get back on. It was not what I had hoped for my child. My heart hurt for him.

So, when he told me about the best part of his day, I was so grateful.

Mr. Shedd,

You were the bright spot my child needed to get him through the transition. Thank you for wowing him with stories of a crazy king, battles of the church, and bribery of executioners. When my son talked about your class, he was animated and excited. He probably repeated the entire lesson to me. In a day full of not so great moments, you gave him something to come back for. What you do matters, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart!


A Grateful Mother

The next day of school was better. He talked to some kids, and he didn’t get off at the wrong bus stop. He was happier, and that meant the world to me.

Mr. Shedd was just doing his job, but, on that day-to this mama, he was a hero.

Mr. Shedd was my son’s favorite teacher all year, but his positive impact on my son on a day when it really counted reminds me of the importance of being on my game every day.

As teachers, we never know who will need us the most or when our genuine love for our content areas and our kids will make the biggest difference.

Thank you, Mr. Shedd!


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