I’m definitely not the type to get all emotional and teary-eyed about my students and their life trajectories/limitless potential/bla bla bla, but I obviously do love them to pieces, even when they’re at their worst. And I love the little moments when I can step back and appreciate just how awesome they can be.
For example, I really didn’t want to come to school today in the still-basically-pitch black morning (thanks for nothing, DST), but then I got there just as A.’s dad was dropping him off for math tutoring. So we walked in and talked about his Eid holiday, and then ran into C. in the hallway, who for some reason had arrived extremely early and was dying to know her score on last week’s math test. (C. is super low in reading and has been held back once, but leads the class in math). So three minutes later I’m sitting in between A. and C., two of my worst behaved students, and I’m helping A. work through the math problems he missed. And C. is fake-mad about getting a 94% instead of a 100%, but she’s following along with the tutoring lesson and helping to re-explain anything that A. still doesn’t understand.
I’m sitting there, in between these two kids who have thrown things and refused to do work and yelled at me and cussed and punched other students in my classroom, and will probably do any or all of these things again in the future. I’m just calmly sipping my coffee while we work through fractions problems, and I’m surprised and proud and mostly just really content with this whole teaching thing, at least for those few minutes.
What did you do to celebrate the Eid holiday?
“I flied off a roller coaster when it broke down.”
“…Then we had a party for Jabir, the new born baby. It was since 5 years my aunt had a baby! None of my family took that long.”
“One day I slept then I woke up in the morning I drank my hot cup of Joe. Then I went somewhere blah blah blah then i went to old country buffet.”
“It was the best eid ever. I went on facebook.”
“What I did for eid is I went to salad at 6:00 in the morning then we went home and changed clothes and was going to kill a goat but it was packed.”