22
Nov
I don’t know what I was expecting when I decided to be a substitute, but I know it wasn’t this. For any teacher who teaches at any inner city school, may God bless you because you have or at least or honing the skill of compassion and patience. I have the compassion to give but just this year. No more for me once I’m done in May. That will be a fact, too. Good night world. Teaching tomorrow. Again.