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I want to put something here... but as I told my principal this afternoon, my brain is about to explode. Therefore I have nothing intelligent left to say. I will leave you with this...

In response to a note I wrote on her student survey telling her to let me know if I could do anything for her (because she wrote about some family troubles), sweet M.G. wrote me back "Thanks Ms. S-- It means a lot to know that you care about me." She slipped this note inconspicuously into the folders that I use to hand back graded work.

On the contrast, I had another student tell me to my face, "I don't have to respect you cuz you not my momma."

Somehow, praise the Lord, the first cancels out the second. It's only by the grace of God that we're all still making it through this year. I would say considering the absurd situation, things are going decently, especially with my all-girls classes.