Yesterday was one of the better days of instruction. After full 2 months of 2nd semester, I told my students about my upbringing, the divorce, abuses, and other difficulties that shrouded my coming to age. My students from this semester were much more receptive than my students from last semester. I suppose
I suppose students still go back to their old teachers and tell them that they miss them, and mine continues. Ajanae stopped by, and I miss her as well. When she was on task, she was one of my top performers. Sharp and intelligent, hard-worker, wanted to be a lawyer when she grew up. I hope she grows into a highly mature woman, one who fears God and becomes an image bearer wherever she goes. Jada stopped by today. Hard to believe that she and I had a difficult semester for the most part last semester. I think what changed was the fact that I got her that ACT book. I’m sure no other teacher has gotten that for her before. And when I talked to her mom about her behaviors, I think it played a big role into getting her on my side as well. Cha-Tika continues to stop by, begging me to take her back. Today she used the words, “it’s not fair.” I hate to hear that other students are not as receptive to other teachers’ styles of teaching, as I’m sure that my former students are saying the same things about me. Jasmine says she misses me, Bre continues to stop by just to say hello, even though I only had her for a few weeks last semester. Some of these kids I will remember forever.
Today was a bad day physically. My ventral hernia pain is getting worse, and I desperately needed to sit down today because I couldn’t walk around straight. I tried to put on a good face and try again, but I was physically starting to sweat because my hernia was so painful. I set up an appointment during Spring Break to get a shot, and I hope it works out but I don’t know if it’ll be a permanent solution. It sounds like it is for most people, but I don’t know.