As I am going through my day working with these kids who I coming to adore if for no other reason than I have Stockholm Syndrome I am asked questions. Lots of questions. Many mucho questions. All the time. And I was thinking the other day they sort of tell their own little stories so here are some great questions and some that break my heart:
- Did you know your eye is twitching?
- Why do you change your clothes so much?
- How many kids will you have?
- Will you get married this year?
- When are you leaving?
- No, seriously, when?
- Like, are you staying the year?
- That other teacher didn't stay the year, did you know that?
- What is college?
- Can my dog come to class with me? (This one was right after they found out I am sensitive to dog dander.)
- I have to turn my work in to get a grade?
- May I join cheerleading? (Bravest question- it came from a kind young man.)
- Wait, you mean I have to give a speech if I join speech team?
- Why are boys so mean?
- Why won't girls talk to me?
- Why should I do my work?
- Why can't I do my work?
- What does "gorgeous" mean? How do you pronounce Dolce and Gabbana? Why is her hair that way? Ewwwww why does she have a fake nose? (I might be bribing math work in return for edited teen vogue.)
- Can I go to the office, I think I have strep throat? (One inch away from my face.)
- Did you know it feels really good to go number 2?
- Why don't you like to fart?
- May I use the restroom?
- Why can't I sit through gym?
- What does the phrase "9/11" make you cry? -Because you don't know what it is and how it affects your lives. Especially I cry because so many want to be in the army/air force and you do not understand why the fight is taking place.
- May I stay after school to do work even though I don't have detention today?
- Powers? Powers? Powers? POWERS- why aren't you answering to your name? -Because my name is Ms. Diamond.
- Why do you make us write about stuff that will never happen?
- Who cares what I want to be when I get older?
- Why are you still here?
- Why are you so loud?
I realized today as I sat down and prayed I truly love the kids. I am still struggling, but that is real and true to life and the struggle makes the success more sweet. Plus, I have selective oppositional defiance disorder and the fact they keep asking when I leave makes me want to stay all the more.
Heather
awww. that is the most awesome post! I am so happy that you get to experience what you are experiencing! This post made me smile, cry, and laugh! Yes, I said cry because i can see all of this happening and if I were there I don't know how I would react! Love you! Hope all is going well!!
ReplyDeleteHeather have I ever told you your my hero??? I have one student who asks when I'm leaving but just one. Oh and I get a million questions too but I just tell them that the man behind the curtain has left for the day. No they do not understand what I am referring to, but it confuses them enough to turn to a new subject :).
ReplyDeleteGreat post, Heather! Those kids are lucky to have you I hope they don't ask you to death :-)
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