made me do it |
an unspecific, organically-developing blog my students, both past and present, made me do. |
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Thank you, Wes Moore!
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PRIDE!
Between games, he was reading. On the way home from the courts, he was reading. There was KFC honey-barbecue wings sitting on the table, but he went upstairs first to finish the chapter he was on. He hasn’t read a book since 8th grade, and four years later, he’s reading before eating? Reading before playing? Reading after playing? In the car? What is going on????
PRIDE!
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It takes a village…
Kind of amazing when the stars align, the moon is bright, and all those who love this child come together to make things happen for him.
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YAWN… smile…
Love is waiting up to make sure he gets home alright despite the fact that sleep could easily tale over…
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there are those who believe being a teacher, an EDUCATOR, is a cushy job that ends by mid-afternoon and provides ample opportunity for lazing around for nearly 3 months in the summer, and at christmas and easter. these people are idiots.
being a teacher, an EDUCATOR, is building relationships with kids who may at any given moment realize that yours is the only stable relationship in their lives.
being a teacher, an EDUCATOR, is expecting to spend far more time with your students than you ever envisioned.
it’s taking a phone call at 10pm and hearing the toughest, hardest kid in your class crying because s/he’s been kicked out of her home… at this point it doesn’t really matter for what reason.
it’s being an advocate for every kid who crosses your threshold even when it’s the last thing you want to do.
it means giving up nights, weekends, cashflow, relationships, to be the responsible adult in a child’s life. it means navigating that thin line between being involved and being too involved.
it means falling in love over and over and over again and KNOWING they will leave you in a few short months or years.
it means feeling like you never can do enough, but giving all you’ve got.
being a teacher, an EDUCATOR, is heartbreaking and so fulfilling all at the same time.
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Too easy…
to fall in love… to get involved… to let it take over your life…
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