This morning, I had a visit from a colleague. She said, "You have Paul in class, right?" "Of course, I said, he's in my second hour class."
"Yesterday, he told me that you hate him, and he doesn't know why," she inquired.
At this point, I began to laugh. Paul is a great individual, with lots of promise. However, he is a sophomore whose brain isn't quite attached to his mouth! He is also my racist jokester whose mom I called.
I told my colleage about a favorite quote by Dan Rather: The dream begins with a teacher who believes in you, who tugs and pushes and leads you to the next plateau, sometimes poking you with a sharp stick called "truth."
She said, you know, Paul quoted you saying that. I guess I am making an impression.
He will be a fine individual when he grows up. Too bad I won't be at school to see it. I hope we cross paths in a few years.
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