Sometimes
Sometimes my job is heartbreaking.
A student of mine I inherited second quarter has been moved for the fourth time this school year.
Mom totally lost control, so he has been ping-ponged back and forth to various aunts and uncles.
I used to be able to say stupid comments like, "You are one lucky kid! You have so many family members who want you to live with them!"
Initially that was the case, but no more.
And it hasn't changed because of him.
His mom is a nut job and nobody wants to deal with her while trying to do the right thing by her son.
Sometimes my job is the most satisfying job there is.
Some of my students have transformed into such great adults. There are a few of them I look at and can barely believe they are the same people. They matured, and with that has come compassion, wit, intelligence and common sense. It is a beautiful thing to see.
Sometimes I can only laugh, such as when my dry-toned student mumbles to me, "I'm a redneck who hates NASCAR, but I'm a redneck all the same."
Why was he mumbling? If you think that, say it loud, say it proud!
Sometimes I can only cry. There are many sad stories I hear on a regular basis. It never gets easier; at least for me it hasn't. Various forms of abuse and neglect, as well as the dysfunction that will leave marks on these kids are like war wounds.
I know whatever I teach, it is all to be seen again, but I am in hopes that by changing to a more middle class (or better) setting, as well as getting out of special ed. will alleviate some of this.
A student of mine I inherited second quarter has been moved for the fourth time this school year.
Mom totally lost control, so he has been ping-ponged back and forth to various aunts and uncles.
I used to be able to say stupid comments like, "You are one lucky kid! You have so many family members who want you to live with them!"
Initially that was the case, but no more.
And it hasn't changed because of him.
His mom is a nut job and nobody wants to deal with her while trying to do the right thing by her son.
Sometimes my job is the most satisfying job there is.
Some of my students have transformed into such great adults. There are a few of them I look at and can barely believe they are the same people. They matured, and with that has come compassion, wit, intelligence and common sense. It is a beautiful thing to see.
Sometimes I can only laugh, such as when my dry-toned student mumbles to me, "I'm a redneck who hates NASCAR, but I'm a redneck all the same."
Why was he mumbling? If you think that, say it loud, say it proud!
Sometimes I can only cry. There are many sad stories I hear on a regular basis. It never gets easier; at least for me it hasn't. Various forms of abuse and neglect, as well as the dysfunction that will leave marks on these kids are like war wounds.
I know whatever I teach, it is all to be seen again, but I am in hopes that by changing to a more middle class (or better) setting, as well as getting out of special ed. will alleviate some of this.
posted by Beth at
11:15 AM
1 Comments:
I remember those days. There were always a couple of kids each year that made me so sad. Some kids have too much to deal with.
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shpprgrl, at 7:49 PM
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