Today a young man came to school.
No big deal…
That happens every day…
That’s where he should be…
…is not an average kid
…has behavior issues
…is average. If average is high-risk.
…you ask (shrugging your shoulders).
Today a young man came to school
and he inspired me.
He came in…
…completely out of dress code
…and after walking maybe 3 miles toward
Nashville and turning around
and coming to school.
Not home, to school.
Where he felt safe.
An alternative program
where he had been for about 3 weeks
I spoke to him as he came to my class.
Asking if he…
…was going to be able to work
…would be any trouble
His voice – it broke as he responded.
And my heart – it broke as I listened.
You could hear…
…in his voice.
He looked like a cornered animal.
He reacted like an abused dog to attention.
I told him…
…he made a good choice coming to school
(not the myriad other choices he could have made)
…some days we must focus on the small, minute-to-minute decisions
(not the big decisions)
…some days we rejoice at getting through it step-by-step
…that I enjoyed having him in class because he works hard
…I was proud of him for making the right decisions this day
…I had faith in him and knew he could keep it up
He came in and worked hard
At the end of the day he left…
…with a smile
…shaking hands with teachers
I hope he returns tomorrow. He said he’s moving to Nashville.
I never tell my students I’ll miss them…
…but I do.
Today a young man came to school…
…he didn’t have to, but he did
…and he inspired me
…and he taught me
Went to a funeral today. This has been a year of ups and downs beginning with the death of my father and ending with the death of a coworker’s husband. The funeral brought back many memories of my father’s funeral. My heart breaks for my coworker, her daughter, but particularly for her 14 yr old son.
On the upside, I’ve renewed my passion for teaching high-risk students after really feeling frustrated at the beginning of the year. All thanks to a student from last semesterwho reminded me of the problems they face daily and the compassion, the structure, and the championing they need from teachers. I was reminded that my problems pale in comparison to some of the things they have encountered in their young lives. I do not envy them, I do not pity them. I respect them. My dad taught me to be fair, to be compassionate, and to be kind. That’s what we all want: to be treated with fairness, kindness, and compassion. It’s his legacy. I can only hope to fulfill it and live up to it.#YouMatter #YouHaveAPurpose #YouAreNotAnAccident
I don’t know where this came from or who wrote it originally. If you know, please let me know so I can give proper credit. I found this in the first school I taught at in (of all places) the bathroom. But they are true statements. If we can be proactive as teachers in these areas and answer them before they arise, most misbehavior in classrooms will simply disappear.