Sometimes the perfect blog arrives a day late. Yesterday was a whirlwind and I had to fall into bed instead of writing. After a long day of teaching, I rushed out to get to the airport to go visit my kids for parents weekend. I spent the hour drive decompressing my day with my very patient husband. I was so frustrated. I made an extra effort today to reach a difficult student who often tries to go home midday. He has a great morning and seemed happier than normal. And then the last hour of the day was a disaster. Refusal to work, pestering other students and belligerent with an aide. I left school totally deflated and feeling like a failure. I just sat down at gate C37 to check emails and received this from a former student:
She has no idea how she just turned my day around. I Amy or may not have teared up. And that’s why I go back day after day.