tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post2460479034729051056..comments2024-01-04T02:28:32.637-07:00Comments on athenadiaries: Thursday 13: Untitled.Herself, the GeekGirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17990186920123895227noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11786280.post-12707623853885558882010-07-29T09:05:54.513-06:002010-07-29T09:05:54.513-06:00Number 10 was like a dagger to the heart. I have h...Number 10 was like a dagger to the heart. I have had, and continue to have, those kids. My first year, I cried my eyes out the first time I saw one of my charges (cheeky kid, that was an asshole with a heart of gold. He had one of those HORRIBLE life stories that we all know and no human deserves, much less a kid that did not ask for it), gacked out on meth. <br /><br />I knew what his life had in store. I instantly fast forwarded through his future in my mind and I could not handle it. My Dean of Students, came and talked me down. He told me "you can love them, but you can not let them destroy you otherwise you will have nothing left when you get one you can save."<br /><br />Over the last 11 years I have both followed and failed at that advice. I know my heart is tougher than it was then, that is both good and bad. But I still teach because I can love them even when they break my heart, and I stopped blaming myself when they do. <br /><br />And DAMN YOU and your cute running skirt and loose size 10s!! Damn you all to hell! <br /><br />I can not get below 150 (remember, I am a good half foot shorter than you) to save my goddamn life and you are tooling around in a running skirt?!<br /><br />Gah!RBRhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14193497073393160994noreply@blogger.com