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September 17, 2002
I guess my day could
I guess my day could have been worse. I could have been kicked in the nards by an elderly woman in a very public scene, the loft could have burned down to the ground with the smoking charred remains of my dog settling amidst the ashes, or Suechinda the psycho girl stalker from the early 90's could have tracked me down again.
While writing up my lesson plans for one hundred kids over the weekend, I really felt good about some of the lessons. I had materials, real world examples, good ideas to make them THINK. It all failed miserably, as if I had simply thrown papers into the air, randomly hoping the kids would pick them up. I know I need to just relax, but I so desperately want to help these kids. We just got the scores in for our school, and less than six percent of last year's kids passed the minimum standards for the state. Every lesson that they don't understand, don't listen to, or don't care about is another nail in their future, and I'm feeling responsible.
When is Friday? Soon?
Posted by G at September 17, 2002 09:45 PM