Man, if I could only say it all…

The Mad Farmer telling it all.

I started this blog to use as sort of a journal for myself. A way to record some of the things I experience on a day to day basis that move me in one way or another. Later it became a way to tells friends that I don’t have the chance to see too often what was happening in school. In reality though I can’t tell but a fraction of the stuff that happens every day. The questions, the comment, jokes, lessons, conversations. It’s not all mine so I feel like I can’t put it out there.

For instance, I hide in the office in the morning so I can get a bit of work done before the madness ensues. The other day a student finds me in there. She is the loud student that is always getting kicked out, has been suspended more times this year than anyone else, and who all the teachers talk about when the students aren’t in the room. For some reason I have really gotten along with this student this year. Now I am trying not to sound like some bullshit movie like Dangerous Minds or something, but it is what it is. I can deal with the “bad” kids all day long, it’s the whiny kids that drive me up a wall. Anyway, when she gets suspended she always comes in and talks with me. I say mean jokes to her and tell her her hair looks like Frederick Douglass, but she never gets mad. Instead she comes back with some witty comment or just laughs. She is an A student and always does her best in my class. But she’s the kind of kid that gets in fist fights with her mom weekly and can’t handle it when she even thinks someone looked at her the wrong way.

Last week she was suspended again and I didn’t see her for a few days. Then she sees me in the office yesterday morning and brings me in a blue gift bag adornd with ribbon and festive tissue paper. She hands it to me and says it is a present for Teacher Appreciation Week and that she ment to give it to me last week, but she got suspended. Inside were two ties (blue and orange my favorite colors) a mug with a note on it and a card with a long handwritten note inside. I didn’t know what to say. I never got a gift from a student before, let alone something so thoughtful. It was a little emabarrassing too, because I got it in the office infront of all the other teachers. They looked just as baffled as I did. I told her that I wasn’t sure what to say and that I cry too easily for her to do something like that to me in public. Then I whispered to her that she probably made my year.

I would love to tell how all of this came about, but it seems like one of those things that’s a bit too sensitive to put out there, but man what a great story.


~ by captainawsome on May 13, 2010.

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