Another Week

Apathy Jack writes:

One of my girls is sad. I love this kid like she was my daughter, and it cuts me up that I can’t help her. She hasn’t told me what’s wrong, but I figured it out in a couple of seconds, because I know her and I’ve been doing this for a while. However, I can’t tell her, so I’m hamstrung.

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Getting a visit from an ex-student, and having to pretend that I don’t know that she had a miscarriage last week.

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The constant battle not to scream at my responsible Year 12. She’s turning herself around, really making me proud. I still remember the looks on her parents’ faces when we discussed her improvements. However, I’ve found out she’s going out with a car crash – the only of my ex-students I have relegated to the “not worth the effort” box.

But I can’t yell at her, because, you know, I’m not meant to know...

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There are some teachers who go all year without learning their students’ names.

I envy them sometimes.