Here are my 9th graders. As we stood outside for this picture on May 3rd I realized how glad I am that this school year is over. Funny thought to have... not at all sentimental. :) There are some super amazing students in this group, and some super terrible terds. It's been a good school year, it's gone quickly (I was slightly busy and distracted for half of it, which helped). We've had a lot of adventures, had many successes and several failures. We've learned a lot, cried a lot (we are at a jr. high), played, fought, grown, and matured. Every year as each group of students moves to the next step of their lives I feel a great sense of pride. I realize that most of them will forget me, but I pray that I've had some sort of positive influence. I pray that I've given them some confidence and encouraged them to reach their goals. There are so many students lacking the support I've been so blessed with in my life and I want to be that support for them. Each student is capable of graduating, each student deserves to set big goals for themselves, each student deserves happiness. My job is challenging, and on days like today I run out of nice and patience, but I enjoy my job. I enjoy the conversations I have with my students, I love visiting with them on their birthdays, I love nagging them until they do what I know they are capable of, I love the excitement of success, I have a good job. I wish parents and community members worked harder to teach these students responsibility, to teach them that they are smart enough and good enough. But, until the world is filled with perfect parents I will do my best to have each of my students leave feeling like Ms. White/Mrs. Rogers believes in them and wants them to succeed.
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