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To the Student Who Called Me a "Stupid ***** in Period 7 Today...

To the student who called me a "stupid ***** in period 7 today:

It's okay.

I know you didn't do it because you wanted to hurt me,

but rather you have been hurt earlier

and you were just feeling frustrated.

It's okay.

I understand.

I hope tomorrow is better.

 

To the student who refused to work at all today:

It's okay.

I know you don't really think this class is "stupid"

but rather you were worried you looked stupid

and you were just feeling insecure.

It's okay.

I understand.

I can help you do it.

 

To the student who was out of control, obnoxious today:

It's okay.

I know you weren't trying to be disrespectful as the center of attention,

but rather you were really craving attention from an adult

and you were just feeling neglected and ignored.

It's okay.

I understand.

I see, hear, and appreciate you.

 

To the student who slept through my entire lecture today:

It's okay.

I know you aren't just lazy or refusing to care,

but rather there was no one at home last night to take care of you

and you were just feeling exhausted.

It's okay.

I understand.

I want you to rest.

 

To all the students who were with me in E18 today:

It's okay.

I know I will never really know exactly what you have been through

but rather I want to help you get through this day

and I am just feeling overwhelmed.

But I promise it's okay.

(With me)

You are understood.

You are safe.

You are important.

You are loved.

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Written by
crh
American
Published
Mar 20, 2013
Lines·Words
43·262
Notes

Today was a tough day in my classroom.  Because of the nature of the students I teach, I suppose there are a lot of tough days in my classroom.  It doesn't make me love my job or my kids any less.  Everyone else in these students' lives are so quick to write them off so my job is not to teach them how to factor polynomials but rather to teach them that they matter.  Even on the worst days, I take that job very seriously.

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