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Tiny Pointers, Big Impact
The Rhythm of Change – Part 4
This post is part of my ongoing series, "The Rhythm of Change"—a personal reflection on navigating life, growth, and the classroom after starting over.
Last week, the third graders had their reading test. Before the actual day, we practiced reading together. First, they read after me, repeating the lines for practice. Then, they practiced with their classmates, little pockets of voices all over the room trying their best.
When the day of the test came and it was time to hear them read individually, I noticed something right away; many of them were so quiet I could barely hear them. Their voices trembled. Their pronunciation was shaky. I could sense their anxiety and, more than that, their lack of confidence.
As they stood in front of me, doing their best to read aloud, a quiet thought crossed my mind:
How do I help them believe in themselves?
How do I help them understand that making mistakes is part of the process and that it's not something to be afraid of?
After that round of tests, the bell rang and the class was dismissed. But I carried those questions with me through the rest of the afternoon. I kept thinking about what I could do differently, how I could encourage them in a way that would really stick.
A few days later, I returned to their classroom for another round of reading tests. Before class officially started, some of the students were hanging around, asking me random questions. In that spontaneous moment, I realized, it was the perfect chance. So I gently gave them pointers: how to pace themselves, how to speak clearly, and most importantly, how to believe that they can do it.
The class began. They were given a few minutes to practice with their friends. And then, one by one, they came to read.
The first student did well. Then the next. And the next. And suddenly, I realized something had changed. Their voices were stronger. Their confidence was clearer. No, not every student was loud, and some were still shy, but about 80% of them had grown so much in just a few days. It wasn’t just their reading that improved. It was their courage.
After the test, I quietly gathered my things and walked out of the classroom toward my next class. I was still processing how proud I felt when I heard footsteps behind me—quick, excited ones. Two girls were running toward me.
“Sensei, thank you for your pointers. It really helped us a lot!”
Their smiles were so genuine, so full of light. They waved goodbye, giggling as they turned the corner.
And just like that, my heart melted.
It wasn’t a grand moment. It didn’t happen on stage or in a ceremony. But it was real. And it reminded me why I do what I do. Because sometimes, the smallest gestures of care lead to the biggest steps forward.
We’ve got this.
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