I feel loved not because my husband got me roses, or a card, or a box of chocolates or diamonds. I feel loved because the class that gave me much grief during the transition/trial period showered me with gifts today. I wasn't just pleasantly surprised, I was shocked. This is the group that made me cry not once, but twice. For the first time (at least to my knowledge) in ten years in education I was called a b***h by a student in this class. It was this class that made me lose my appetite and skip lunch. They challenged most everything I said and did, and some were very defiant and rude. They have exposed my ears to so much profanity that two weeks teaching that class compensated for the whole year I was away from the foul mouth teenagers. To give you a better picture, watch 2 minutes and 26 seconds of this:
Needless to say, the last few weeks made my prospects of teaching in a community college and staying home with my babies even more desirable.
And then....they tell me they love me and melt my heart. Well, three of them did. I still gotta work on the other 24. Any ideas on how to win their hearts? Karate is out of the question.