...When this week is over. I miss my students since they're so busy with "colonial week" and one of my students has just been struggling. Its getting hard- when he gets so angry and starts to cry, I nearly cry, too. I had to go to my classroom instead of sit with him in the lobby because I didn't want all the nosy parents seeing me so upset.
On a high note, one of my alternative school kids came back today for an hour. It was so good to see him interact with the other kids- he's been surrounded by adults for so long. He had a good morning, which I hope translates to more good times as he transitions back more. I just have to remember- I can't save them all.
So we're going to Cary this weekend for Easter. I'm pretty happy about it. Henry loves the fenced-in backyard Troy's parents have. He gets to run to his little heart's content. He still smells like a hippie.
I am so tired. I think its more of a "funk" than fatigue. I hope I sleep well tonight.
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