Heather has been pretty busy this week, so she asked me to try writing the blog. . . Ugh. As much as I always loved the language arts, I've never really liked writing. I'm just doing my duty as a friend, husband, and father.
I want to talk about work, since that's what I do with most of my waking hours. Teachers have written a lot about their first year of teaching. It's busy, you're always learning, and sometimes you have to use your kneecap to block a student's fist before it encounters another student's face. At this point in my career one of the most useful lessons that I have learned is that I can pretty much out wrestle any girl in my class. . . of course the other day one of my lovelies did come to school ready for a brawl - you'll just have to ask me about it later.
Most of my students pride themselves on being "hard," most of them have spent a lot of time on the street, and it shows. While they constantly bicker about who is tougher, and badder, and has spent more time in the Gil - it's a Denver thing - they actually spend more time complaining about their commute, school food, their peers, and especially the work load. Pretty typical adolescent high school behavior, but the contrast is pretty drastic.
I'll admit I'm being pretty negative, it's just how I vent at the end of a long day. It's been rewarding, and I feel like I'm really making a difference in these kids lives. The other day I pulled a student out of a class to do a private tutoring session. While we were working he apologised for his behavior and thanked me for not giving up on him. He actually said "Mr. Wiese, thanks for never giving up on me, even when I give you so much s***."
I'm having fun, I'm learning a lot of stuff that doesn't have to do with face punching, and I have a good feeling about where things are headed.
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