I’m a teacher. I have 100+ students, and most of them don’t care about their education. And I care too much. And I want so badly to do right by them, to help them learn something, to make some sort of tiny difference. But it’s like I’m fighting a war and I’m defeated before the battle even begins.
Yearbooks were handed out today, which as you all know, is exciting in the lives of middle schoolers. During my 5th period, which is my precious 8th graders, I was asked to sign them all (and I really mean them ALL). While signing them, all I could think about was how much they have grown from…
I know you don’t like me right now. You have an essay due at the end of the week. It’s the end of the marking period. You are SO CLOSE to graduation. And you hate me for making you actually do work. I get it. I understand what you’re going through. I was in your shoes not too long ago. However,…
Nobody really cares if you’re miserable, so you might as well be happy. ~Cynthia Nelms
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On here is the quilt of a life that's been broken down and reconstructed. Sounds cliche but true, promise! <3
