Thursday, September 8, 2011

The other side of the desk

            Looking out at her classroom, she paused as she looked at the faces before her.  Their eyes did not carry the weight of the painful years ahead or the mistakes that would haunt them.  The faces before her were clean, bright, and smiling at each other as they joked about things she could not hear and could not know.  She hoped things for their future, but she knew it would not be the things most people expected them to learn in freshman English.  She hoped they would learn to be kind, and to look outside of themselves to the things that matter. She hoped they would learn to be brave enough to fight for the things they are passionate about.  She hoped they would be fearless or maybe foolish enough to be recklessly passionate about helping others find peace and help in a dark world.  She hopes some will lose that hard shell that separates them from what they could be in another person’s life, and that some will never lose such an amazingly sweet spirit.  Looking out at her classroom, she paused and smiled thinking about doing this for years.

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