Monday afternoons are rough and yesterday was no exception. No specials, no co-teacher, plus..it’s Monday afternoon.
The kids were talking and wandering as I tried to make the the computer connect to the smart-board for a much needed brain break.
Plug in. Nothing changes. Unplug. Wait a second. Plug back in. Repeat.
Then, in the middle of this daily struggle, I feel a presence next to me. I turn to look at one of my students. (A quiet student, who I am constantly pushing out of her comfort zone.) She hands me a note, complete with tape on the top and bottom, ready to hang on the wall. I don’t know if anything here can really be considered love, but these “love” notes are the only ones I need.