these days
sometimes when my alarm goes off at 5:30am I feel like crying. I have been a full time, inner city art teacher now for three months now and it is not becoming any easier. Everything goes by in a blur when you see 135 students a day and 382 in a week. Am I even making a dent in these kids?
Someone drops the N word or inappropriately touches someone else while we’re sitting together on the floor and there goes Ms. G on a tangent about respect. For five minutes it seems that the things I say about life sink in and they look at me with real hope. However, I have to send them home at the end of the day and they come back the next with all the good erased.
