Today I was inspired to write a series for this blog - Tales from the Classroom.
I teach in a Christian school, but I teach teenagers so it doesn't really matter the setting, except I am allowed to read Scriptures and pray with my students. I get to blatantly, lavishly show the love of Christ to these students. It is a privilege, truly, to share their joys and tragedies, anger and joy, even the pranks and silliness. July will begin my 10th year back in a classroom.
Here's my first story. My first year I only taught seniors. They were a rough class as a group, kind of like walking on broken glass. But there were some that took my heart, made me cringe, and made me laugh out loud on a regular basis.
I saw some students who dealt with clinical depression and they would break down in the classroom. It doesn't matter what it was. A test. A bad morning at home. It was raining. And truly it didn't matter - except that they let me help them. Sometimes I just sent them to the office to call home. Sometimes I went with them into the hallway and let them cry on me. Always it broke my heart and sometimes I still wonder about those kids. It just proved to me all the more that we do not know the baggage a student walks in with, but my prayer is that they are able to leave that baggage at the door and enjoy high school. Then there are those for whom high school is their baggage and being in school is truly miserable. I think I hurt for those the most.
Several of the high school couples married each other. I'm a sucker for a high school romance since I had one.
The students I tell you about do have names. I know them but you won't. But if you recognize yourself here, former student, know that it is with love and respect for the adult you have become.