My favorite photo of Mr. Klein. We won’t see him again until August—yesterday was the last day of school!
On the first day of class, back in September, I asked students to write a paragraph about their favorite food. Samantha’s entry appears here. Nine months later, I tried it out and sent the now-graduated Samantha a photo of the experience.
Her response: “So glad you liked it:D! I need a job cause my life is BORING without school!” She’s got freshman orientation in June. What a stud(ent)!
The high school senior who has gone from 5 of 5 failing grades to 4 of 5 passing grades in 2 months, and whose mother was just diagnosed with breast cancer, made a hot-head telephone threat to a teacher last week. Suspended for 5 days with the possibility of expulsion, he’s arrived at his final chance.
I meet with him tomorrow night at his dad’s apartment (his parents recently got divorced) to catch him up on the week of schoolwork he missed, but also to help him assemble, perhaps, the most important words he’ll ever write: his don’t-expel-me speech, to be delivered on Wednesday morning to our principal.
You can’t train for this shit in Phoenix.
One of my students, a senior, has gone from my lowest-performing student (he was hovering in the 25% area) to my highest-performing one (he’s got an A- now) in 3 months. He is working harder than he ever has before and his mom and I talk every week or two. He called me tonight to tell me his mom has breast cancer. Teaching is hard; life is harder.