A grove of trees. Summer. Full moon, so lots of soft light. Middle of the night. No wind.
The trees are my students. I’m the Big Tree. All the trees in my grove have names. Mine is Big Tree. They want me me to notice them. All youths do. I notice them in my language class.
I do notice them. I am very aware of each and every one of them. How much they want to be recognized. And I do things, create strategies aimed at making them know how important they are in my class. I know that they will learn more if I do that. They will not learn more because they are smarter, but because they are happier.