Work

On my day off, Robyn's car broke down and I went to her aid. While I was discerning the problem, a student rolled up on his bike. He asked if he could help. I realized outside of a classroom, where I've had to suspend him for just not being able to shut up, he a just a really nice kid, a downright decent person. Just not meant for school, I felt sorry for him. It seemed almost as though he was begging for attention. I wish we could get to all of them. The sad part is, to do my job effectively, I can't even try to reach them. They have to want to be in class, I must therefore make thier lives miserable. I must give the consequence for thier misbehavior. My job is to aid in thier socialization, and if I don't do my job, how am I preparing them for the rigors of real life.