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I Wasn’t Done Teaching. I Was Done Being Alone in It. (opens the original)
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I walked into a homeroom that wasn’t mine, carrying a box of donuts for a room full of kids I’d never met. I’d taken a day off from my own school to be there. My good friend taught in this building, and she’d been telling me for a while that it was different. I wanted to believe her, but by then I wasn’t sure I believed much of anything about schools anymore. It took about five minutes for those kids to fold me right in. One student looked at me, then at my friend, and said something like, “I ca
Ten Pounds of Potatoes (opens the original)
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It was the day before break at the alternative school where I taught, and every one of us was running on empty. You know the exact tiredness I mean. That last afternoon where you’re still technically teaching, but everyone in the building, adults included, already has one foot out the door.Another teacher waved me over to a table in the hallway. He was sitting with one of his students, and they were talking about the week off the way everybody was that day.The girl was telling him this one might
French Fries (opens the original)
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She was always there, and she never wanted to be.You could find her on the deck of the ski lodge. Or in a camp chair near the finish line. Or leaning against the van while her dad and brother did the thing the whole family loved. A mountain bike race is a long day for the people racing. It’s a much longer one for the girl who came along because everyone else was going.I noticed her the way you notice weather. She wasn’t complaining. She wasn’t causing any trouble. She was just sitting there, a l
I Used to Be Able to Love Any Kid (opens the original)
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Teaching was my passion. For twenty-five years I lived and breathed life with high school students. I thought about them constantly. How I could make their lives a little better, how I could help them grow, who they might become. Probably more than almost anything else about me, I was a teacher. That was the center.For my first ten years, I taught the easy-to-love kids. A large suburban school, then a private one. The students most teachers are glad to have. I was good at that work, but it didn’
The Friday I Stopped Celebrating (opens the original)
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Every teacher I know has had the moment. The one where a student finally lets you in. Where something you said lands, and you can see it land on their face. Where the relationships you’ve been quietly working toward all of a sudden just appear. Those moments are real. They’re also where a lot of us get tripped up. Not the moments themselves. Those are the whole point. It’s what we let them convince us of. We have a breakthrough in September and we think, this is it, this is the connection, this
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