A great post and reminder that every child deserves safety, education and love.
I went into my daughter’s classroom for a visit last week. She teaches a loop, so she has her students for two years. Now it’s June of her second year with these lovely sixth graders, and everyone is tired, emotional, and ready to move on. I brought Kate’s kids in to the classroom to say goodbye.
Naturally, just stepping into the school building where I taught for more than two decades had me nostalgic.
All the way home that afternoon, I thought about “my” kids from over the years. Here are a few of the stories that have been on my mind.
The Bombs Below
One year I had a boy in my class who had spent about half of his ten years of life in his native Pakistan. His family had moved back and forth from the U.S. to Pakistan a couple of times, and were intending to return…
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