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Moments Found in Time
As a teacher, I find my teenage students to be amazing. But it's not just the friendly students I have a rapport with, but every student.
I love them all, and I wanted to record the different moments and the different students I have encountered through the filter that I, purple-prose indulging writer that I am, see their brilliance through.
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The Aloof One
I met a girl who hated me. She spared me no unnecessary words, rolled her eyes at my discipline, and my smiles were greeted with exhaustion. Ours was a professional relationship, stark and only tolerated. But I know she is happy with her friends, for I have no right to force upon her a rapport she doesn’t want.
However, when she deigned to ask for help or clarification, annoyed at her own need, I always gave kind and patient answers.
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The Deaf Ear
I had a student who never heard a word I had to say unless my voice was full of irritation and volume.
I hated how much I had to make him hear me, because he still never listened to me.
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A Moment of Weakness
There was a boy who yelled at me, blushing with anger and embarrassment because I caught him cheating. In a moment of weakness, I yelled back him. In my own anger, I seethed with anguish and betrayal because he didn’t trust me enough to ask for help, or himself enough to even try.
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The Sword
I knew a girl made of iron, still burning and being forged. She awaited and reveled in each blow against her, for like the blacksmith’s hammer upon a blade, she believed it would make her a tempered weapon to be feared.
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The Protester
I taught a boy who was bright and shining, full of wit and wiles, but he pressed no word to paper, fearing his grades would damn him. Fearing the official act of recording proficiency would reveal him to less because spellcheck and standardized testing told him he was failure once before.
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The Talker
I met a boy who talked too much. He had so much to say, to his classmates’ ire, but with his unceasing prattle he spilled his honest, earnest heart, all his hopes, pains and fears. He was afraid of losing those feelings, that they would be ignored if he held them close.
So I always encouraged him to talk.
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This Blog Here
This blog is intended to be a collection of moments I find worthwhile that I have as a teacher.
I find my kids fascinating in so many different ways, and I am compelled to describe these observations/feelings/people through the filter I find most appealing.
That is, very purple prose style.
I just want to record these moments in time, because these are moments worth saving and seeing.
(The title of this blog is inspired by Bladerunner.)
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