Wednesday, June 25, 2008

Let's make it to 100

Wept openly in the hallway today outside class 3.2
If I was feeling sick, my throat fucked up from the pollution and the myriad bacteria these kids breathe on me, I could that class in a whisper. There was not one kid, not ONE, who didn't know the material. The kid who started the year jumping out of his desk to punch other kids every time my back was turned had become a slightly overactive goofball who did his best to get picked for every game. The shy kids were happy to shout, and we could do straight-from-the-book review for an hour if we had to without one kid losing focus.

I didn't learn their names, I showed up tired, I didn't always have the best material to work from, but I loved those kids.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Is this the cruel grouch of the last post? Somewhere, I'm thinking that some love was communicated along with those cruel tactics.. you'd never have gotten such response if not

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