zxm123
Full Member
This year I was thrust into a 6th grade position one month after school began. I didn't want 6th because I was tired of it. I taught it for 4 years in MS and when I moves to elem. I was hoping for younger students. Well, all year long I had a handful of behavior kids. One boy in particular was the most difficult and I would leave school so frustrated and worn out just from supervising him. Throughout the year I would call his mother whenever an incident happened. He was a kid that often fought and would easily lose his temper. The mom was supportive and disciplined him at home. One day his father, who didn't live with him, came and spent the day in class with him. He was so good and we actually learned that day without distractions and conflicts. By culmination time, I was so exhausted of this kid. He had perfect attendance! After the ceremony, his mother approached me and with tears in her eyes, she hugged me and said " Thank you for helping him to make it to this." I was almost in tears. It was so gratifying to hear this from the mother of the student that kept me up many nights, stressing. I nearly quit twice because of him. I walked into the bathroom once and cried my eyes out with anger and frustration because of him. But when I think about it I also drew closer to God because of him, praying for him. I think teaching is more than giving instruction to students. It's allowing ourselves as teachers to grow in love for the unlovely. By the end of the year I had learned to accept this kid and to do what I could to work with him and I couldn't have done it without God's help!
