High school has to be at least one level of Dante's Inferno. My children are driving me crazy. No matter how hard I work--I just can't seem to win them over. I keep reminding myself that many of them are facing obstacles that I have never even dreamed of as an adult. They are fighting to fit in, fighting to be different, fighting to be seen, fighting to disappear. Some of them are so desperate for just a flicker of hope. That's what I have to remind myself when they roll their eyes, stomp about the room, curse, and fall asleep when I' m teaching my heart out.
I want to be happy right where I am, but more than that, I want to help these kids find peace in their own lives. I don't want them to be thirty before the find out that they matter.
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