If we’re subjecting our kids to a life like this in the grassroots programs or in the lower grades, then I’d really wonder what’s wrong with us….? Have we really lost ourselves in this rat race to money and other stuff?
They’re not my kids anymore, but they’ll always be mine.
True, I don’t see them day in, day out like I did the year that they were in my classroom. But there are still snatches of time during the day where we can reconnect–a quick conversation as we pass each other in the hall, first thing in the morning when my classroom has more former students than current students.
In my mind, they’re just slightly taller versions of the child I saw every day for ten months, maybe with a few more teeth and a different hairstyle. But then I’m reminded that they’ve been thrown into a whole new existence.
The testing world.
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