The Life of a Teacher
You know, I'm guilty of confiding in one or two teachers in my life. They're good for that. I'm just trying to decide how I'm going to deal with it being on the teacher side of things. I have a student. She is Hispanic and extremely quiet. She never says a word to me. If I ask how she's doing (she comes in my class early every day), she won't respond, or I might get a quiet grunt of some sort. She is a tomboy and almost looks like a gang banger with the way she dresses. She wears her long dark hair in a ponytail every day. For Christmas she got me a Tootsie Roll bank. For Valentine's/my birthday she got a me a giant Hershey kiss. She friend requested me a long time ago on MySpace. I denied it. I got an email a couple months ago that she had been absent because of a social worker meeting. I got the impression she had some home issues. Today she came in between classes, this quiet but thoughtful girl who never says a word, to ask me (probably with ...