Maybe I'm going soft after so many years trying to beat perfection into my kids. Maybe I'm just too in love with my students this year. Maybe my kids really ARE the best group I've ever had the honor of teaching. Maybe it's a combination of things, but whatever the reason, I'm pretty sure my 7th period class is the Utopia of teaching. There are about 17 students. They are all quiet, well-behaved, hard working, bright, and they genuinely take care of each other.
I love them.
I have a hard time maintaining professional boundaries with them, because it's more like a community than a classroom, but don't worry. I am always professional. I do, however, let them go on long tangents about their personal lives, past experiences, thoughts, feelings, likes, and dislikes. I have a hard time telling them that I don't want to hear what's going on in their precious little minds. They are so tender and sweet I don't want to hurt their feelings. Not when they are so brave about sharing.
I really do love them.
Today they are doing vocabulary, but somehow it's devolved into sharing stories about their day. Granted, they were all working hard and most of them got farther on the assignment than any of my other classes. That's probably why I make allowances for them. I just can't be so strict with them. I can't make them sit there in silence when they have such funny, cute, innocent things to say.
Can you blame me?
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