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To the Kid Who Walked Through My Door Last Night

This. This is why we teach. This. Just this.

Pernille Ripp

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Dear Kid ,

There you were, shuffling your feet, looking at the floor, cautiously approaching me as I sat on my computer after an afternoon of conferences.  “Hey Mrs. Ripp – do you still teach math?”  I turned around, surprised to see you.  “Of course…” I say.  You look up, smile, “I think I need some help…middle school is kind of hard.”

But the truth is you didn’t come to me last night for math help.  You came to tell me about how you are trying your best but the teachers don’t see it.  How it is hard to stay awake some times.  How it is hard to not laugh when your best friend does that funny thing again.  How the teachers don’t get you even though 2 weeks ago you decided to really try your best but now you think your best will never be good…

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