Wish I could engage in teaching
the same kids forever, but I’m not living in a world of make-believe – learners
vary. I just have to remind myself day after day about this non-negotiable
reality. Yesterday was my glorious day but now I’m back to nadir – like I’m in
a tug of war wrestling with the brawn – it drained my mental and physical
condition.
What do I expect anyway?
We’re dealing with dropouts and vulnerable
young people – whose pasts demand patience, some tolerance, and deeper love to
care for while an imperfect and finite being me requires grace to keep going.
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