I don't know. Apparently I'm not good enough because I'm white, yet I'm too ghetto for other careers. It kills me. My students remind me that I'm good for them, a positive influence. Yet as I look around at the chaos that I call my classroom there are days that I wonder about that. Do I really teach? Sometimes. Do they really learn? I'd hope more than I really teach.
My honors kids reminded me of the high standards that I once strove for and have slacked off. Chelsey chided the class for not knowing fairly simple vocabulary, which spurred a huge flurry. She held her own against the rest of the class, and even emailed an apology to me later on. I don't fault her. She deserves better. Question is: can I focus on raising ALL kids, not just the lower levels?
As I watched Felix get cuffed, I couldn't believe the thought process. The NYPD wanted his ball because he shouldn't have it in school, and Felix fought them like crazy on it. Cost effective, I think not, as he now has a record over it. How do we teach common sense? As Gatsha used to say, "common sense isn't always so common."