I realized that our class periods are shortened this week. This will mean a little less time with some of my troubled youngsters. That is not a bad thing. Less exposure to negativity is usually a good thing. I have learned that I am still a perfectionist, and I have learned that I am not elementary material. More than two class periods with some personalities drains my energy, wit, and good humor. Dealing with reluctant readers, artful dodgers, petulant toddlers in preteen bodies, and two-faced liars has taken its toll. Some of my students are really, truly damaged but perfect souls. Oh, LORD, heal them. Fill in the cracks of their little hearts, and make them whole. Some of their parents have not done this, so they seek attention and love (structure and boundaries) in any way possible.
By acting out.
By pouting and sitting with an attitude that dares me to engage them in battle. “Just try to make me do my work, lady!”
By not completing assignments so that someone will say, “Do this work, or else there will be a consequence.”
By running and hitting or kicking each other in the halls.
By being disrespectful because they see it on the TV and in the movies with parents and teachers being regarded as idiots.
By the games they play, pitting their parents against the teachers and not telling the full story. LORD, heal them, I pray, in Jesus’ Name. Amen.
There is a light at the end of the tunnel, and it is not a train.