For the past months, Senior High English has had an interesting mix of ups and downs. I find it interesting how kids can vary their maturity. Some days, they're spot on, and I'm amazed at their abilities. Others days, they get the cold-steely-eyed stare of a pessimistic literature teacher wondering what she did to deserve them.
Luckily, that literature teacher forgives and forgets and remembers that they are just kids.
Yesterday, we circled up and had a discussion of big ideas. It always surprises me how deep these kids are and how some of them are really interested on what others think.
Is there destiny? Are we fools to think we have any control over our futures?
Is true-love predestined?
How did people first start talking about aliens?
I loved that the paraprofessional in our room opened up and started talking about her big questions.
I love this job.