"Highs and Lows?" I asked the students."My high was that we got extra recess today, my low, I got sent out of the room for throwing scissors at the teacher." Theo responded.
"What did you gain by throwing scissors at her?"
"What do you mean?" he asked, genuinely.
"I mean, you like extra recess, did you get that for throwing scissors at her?" I responded.
"No, I got sent out."
"Did you like that? Did you want to get sent out? Did you get something you wanted, like extra recess?"
"I didn't want to do math. So, yeah, I didn't have to do it."
He got his reward.
"The Christmas festival is this weekend. That's my high. We'll get presents...."
"Wait, when is it?" Zoey asked.
"NO. It's only for Muslims, because we don't get presents like you do."
I watched Zoey's face fall and felt completely pissed off that one low income kid would say that to another.
The days are shorter and grayer. People ask me what I'm doing. So, what I'm doing. Still working in the projects. Subbing when I feel like it. Taking a bunch of classes in January and testing in to more endorsements on my teaching certificate. Working shit out.
Being the best me I can be.
The best you can be is downright fabulous.
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