Or a classroom. Same difference. Except for more collisions.
So what next? I started the day with a note and I ended it with a note.
The first was from a well-mannered young woman informing me her father had passed away. She'd need some assignments in a few days.
The last was from a girl who sincerely wants a second chance. "I wanted to ask for forgiveness. I'm truely sorry for the way I acted this year." That touched me a bit. There is a conscience somewhere down there.
Her attitude can only go up. She used to bring a fucking pillow to school. We always have hope.
In night-school news I tried to get them excited about blogs but the idea of giving out their email address seemed to produce apoplexy. They must be real important. I don't know. Another idea shot down. But you sometimes reel 'em in and sometimes they get away.
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