I never blog about work.
I try to not mix work and my personal life on my blog, but sometimes there are just those moments that you can't NOT talk about.
This is one of those moments.
A little background about what I do...
I'm a teacher.
I teach at a very low-income, at risk middle school.
99.9% of my students are on a free lunch program.
I would say that there are several of my students that have one or both parents in jail.
Lets just say that these kids have it pretty rough.
So, along with the rough area that they live in...some of them have some pretty rough personalities.
Not just rough...very tough.
They are used to yelling.
All things I have never been used to or ever been around until teaching.
So when I teach---
I teach with something that some of them are not used to-
It was difficult for them to understand at first.
Some of them still don't know how to handle it.
But I refuse to yell at them.
I refuse to give up.
So...back to why I wrote this post...
I have a student that is just SO PRECIOUS.
He is in the 8th grade.
He has had a very tough childhood.
The majority of this school year, he has struggled with grades and has had very poor attendance.
He had what I would call an "I-don't-give-a-shit" attitude.
3 weeks ago, this student showed up to my class higher than high on drugs.
I could smell it on him.
He could barely function.
I had to turn him in.
It broke my heart.
He was gone for a few days.
In my mind, I knew that when he came back to school, he would be BEYOND upset at me. What I did to him would make him so upset that he would never talk to me again.
I made peace with this.
I knew I did the right thing by turning him in.
After a few days of being gone, the student showed back up.
I nervously gulped.
I was ready to face him.
I greeted him like I would any of my students.
I taught my lesson for the day.
I gave out the assignment.
He asked to speak with me in private.
We walked out into the hall (where there are cameras...I wasn't taking any chances)...
and he hugged me.
He HUGGED me.
I couldn't believe it.
He thanked me.
He apologized to me.
These past three weeks I have seen the BIGGEST change in this child.
He is trying.
He is personable.
He is the first one to say "Good Morning".
He is the first one to ask me if I need help with anything.
I pray each and every day that this new outlook on school sticks.
I pray that what I did for him HELPED him.
I pray I made a difference.