Stuff

There are days I think Rob has no idea what he’s getting himself into by marrying a teacher.  Many days I come home with a headache.  Many days I wonder what in the world I’m doing this job for.  And then something will happen to remind me. 

A student in my 1st period jumped up this morning and asked if she could go to the bathroom.  I thought she was going to throw up so I said yes.  A few minutes later we hear wailing from outside.  This student lives in a migrant farm labor camp with several other students in that same class.  Some of the other girls in class asked if they could go outside and see if she was ok.  I said yes because obviously something was wrong.  Eventaully, I went out there to see what was going on because all I could hear was something about her mom.  My heart sank.  I was afraid her mother had been killed but it was her grandfather.  She was hysterical, trying to get more information but  no one would answer their phones.  A friend’s mother came to pick her up to take her home. 

It’s always sad when a family member dies.  It’s even harder when it’s one of my students who is in pain.  There’s little I can do to help them except listen when they cry, hug them when they cling to me and hope they will some day remember the kindness of a teacher.