I call my 4th block, my little angels. A friend might ask, “were your students loud today?” My reply:
“My little angels? Loud? Never.”
Let’s just say that my 4th block has about 22 students, a gloriously small number, but they sound like a crowd of 44. So many of them are loud personalities. When you combine that with the last class period of the day, you get a boisterous (one of their vocabulary words) environment, a garrulous (another word) group, and a recipe for a headache, for those of us with sensory overload. Quick to share, quick to argue, quick to be normal teenagers during the last class of the day; and tomorrow is Friday, the last period of the last day of the week. Want to come?
How about the Friday before Spring Break?
That’s in two weeks. Anyways! The point of this post is that last night I prayed for my students.
Though there’s separation of religion and state in my classroom, in my home, I can think and pray as I wish.
I prayed not only for the patience to teach them well because as Parker knows I sorely need it on some days, but also for the things they go through, which I know they need. As I have written before, they are dealing with many things outside of my room: child abuse, parents’ divorce, relationships, loneliness, and etc. Parker is a student and I know he goes through a lot outside of his classes; he has a lot on his mind.
And you know what?
Today went pretty well.
I think I’ll double up on my prayers for tomorrow. Friday afternoons deserve doubled efforts.