Seven weeks of school left with my boys. Nine months of frustration, elation, pushing leading, cajoling, challenging, and building..... all ending up in the next few weeks. It's a bittersweet time.
The same rules that prevent me telling all about their foibles, prevent me telling all the good that has happened in each story.
They are.... a good bunch, and the night I shake their hands and hand them their certificates will be the best and worst of the year.
3 comments:
Too bad about those rules. It sounds intriguing.
And you get to do it all over again next year... sigh...
If about 90% of teachers were like you, dedicated to education, doing their jobs without turning the classroom into an indoctrination camp, the world would be a far better place.
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