Yesterday I had a little run-in with a couple of my girl students. I came home and typed up a big blog post about it, but decided it was not very uplifting. And so I deleted it. The little run-in was not anything I couldn't handle, but it left me disquieted. When class was over, one of the boys came up and talked to me - making me feel better. He said he didn't understand why the girls had been ugly to me and that he appreciated my help in art. Then another boy in the next class who witnessed the run-in, said, "I'm sorry, Mrs. Baggett." meaning that he was sorry that I had had to deal with such snit. I told him that it was all good. Then he proceeded to charm me back into smiles.
It seems that there are good kids and bad kids. Sometimes the good kids are bad and vice-versa. Today's kids are going through things that I never dreamed of going through. Divorced parents, step-parents, step-siblings, half-siblings, etc. is the norm. Druggie parents or foster parents are more the thang. This is small town America where things are suppose to be great. Things are not great. Things are quite sad. Okay, I realize this is not very uplifting either, but sometimes it helps me to think past the actual happenings in class and think about the problems behind the problem. Then I can find compassion and patience.