The countdown is on. Students returning to our classrooms tomorrow
I have 5 years left.
I love what I do. The kids really work for me and we see a LOT of success where other teachers had given up. At the end of the day, I feel I have done something worthwhile. What we do, not everyone can. The kids we get each come with extra baggage and attitudes. So far this school year we have kids that made pot pipes in pottery class, one kid pulled a gun on the grounds of another school, another kid had his family go to an evening event specifically to jump a security officer and several kids are with us because they were going to make some money at school.
When they come to my room, I show them how they can recover credits and praise them all day long and drive them hard to work. Most kids really do well.
I got an email tonight from someone I didn't recognize. Asked me if I was going to be at his school. I said no and told him where I was. He was sad because he was going to be a freshman at that school and his brother had told him that he wanted in my class. The sweet/sad part. That brother killed himself in November. That was HARD.
I so love working with kids and trying to help them do and be the best they can.
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