After crying when a student stole my cell phone last week, crying when I had a disagreement with a coworker, and crying when security pepper sprayed a fight I was trying to break up, I cried today out of pride. One of my most frustrating students, Michael, turned in his first homework assignment. As if that wasn’t enough, he came back at the end of the day to tell me that he had received a passing score on his state test; an exam he had previously failed twice. I couldn’t help tear up as I hugged this troublemaker. Perhaps, just maybe, I made a difference in his life.
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