it’s the little things
I have this one class. Meets twice a week (as most of the classes at my school do). So I dread Saturday mornings (it’s my first class of a very long day) and Monday afternoons.
This class has too many students for the classroom, as well as having too many boys. 13 boys to 3 girls. And most of the boys are really aggressive. Five of them are consistently Trouble.
But even with that, I don’t quit because when we make a circle (usually two or three times in a class session), there are plenty of kids racing to be the ones to hold my hand. :)
It’s kinda my gauge for whether or not a class actually likes me. Which shouldn’t matter, but it really does.
Anyway. It’s Monday evening, and even though the monster class were monsters, I still got to smile and know that it’s not a complete shit show because about a half dozen or more kids desperately wanted to hold my hand.