Highlight of the day: as part of teacher appreciation week, the parent association sent the word out that today was 'bring something sweet for your teacher' day. Much chocolate brought. But I liked the creativity of flan. He called it 'cake.' And made rules for me about who could have some. I also liked the one who didn't bring anything in but made the effort to handcraft a very large construction paper cookie for me at free time. He was excited about it. And he's not normally a crafter. This blessed me. I stuck a magnet on the back and shall save and display it forever. Or for as long as a construction paper cookie lasts.
question of the day (from flan-boy) : "When are you going to get a son or a daughter?"
My response... "Well, God has to give me a husband first, bud..."
Keep that in mind. It will make tomorrow's question of the day funnier.
They were really awful today. Really disobedient. It was hard.
Went to a forum tonight about police-community relations. A really neat idea being started here in the Bronx by New York Faith and Justice. Thought about the parallels between police work and teacher-work. The strangeness of occupying a job where anger is a daily hazard. A constant experience. The unhealth of such a thing. The difficulty of explaining it to anyone who doesn't work in such a rhythm. Constant disciplining, reprimanding, consequence-ing. I ached with it today. Hurt with it. It hammered at my innards, pummeled to get out. I couldn't stand to say the same thing to them one... more... time.... Oh Lord, grant Your Truly Unique wisdom to us, to we who need so much to miraculously balance righteous anger with forgiveness and mercy. How do we do it, Lord? We are not You.
Surrendering to Your sovereignty; You are the ultimate judge. You WILL judge. I think the key lies in there.
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