Today, I had conversations with two parents about their children not graduating 8th grade. 8th GRADE. If you can't make it through middle school, what do you become? I feel so torn. Have I done enough? Why couldn't I motivate them?
The part of me that wakes up in the middle of the night stressing about these kids feels like I've failed. How can I have two adivisees not passing? I have 12 kids to watch out for, and I can't even manage that? The other part of me, the part that realizes that I teach four courses, and have 102 kids every day, feels like you gotta learn somehow. We can't do the work for them. There's only so much hand holding we can do. You don't get to do nothing all year long and then expect me to come up with some extra project for you to do with 7 weeks left in the semester. No, that's not the way that it works.
The part of me that wakes up in the middle of the night stressing about these kids feels like I've failed. How can I have two adivisees not passing? I have 12 kids to watch out for, and I can't even manage that? The other part of me, the part that realizes that I teach four courses, and have 102 kids every day, feels like you gotta learn somehow. We can't do the work for them. There's only so much hand holding we can do. You don't get to do nothing all year long and then expect me to come up with some extra project for you to do with 7 weeks left in the semester. No, that's not the way that it works.
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