Today I'm back in the grind: substitute teacher extraordinaire. While my graduate assistant job is convenient-- half tuition and a stipend ain't half bad-- this is what I love. The interactions with students, the interactions between students (yes: the eaves-dropping).
Most days when I sub, I like to write a review of all the appalling things I've overheard. 13-year-olds getting drunk, juniors dying to get a self-proclaimed "tramp stamp," and so on. Today is not much different: I've already wrote my mom an e-mail about how ridiculous it is that these students will have work on their desk and just stare straight ahead. They're not even necessarily talking, just making an active choice to not do their work. They just don't care: not about their grades, not about referrals, not about lectures. One month into school, they're already over it.
But here's the difference. Here's the inspiring difference brought to me by just five girls in one class. These girls are sitting nearest to my desk, so they're easiest to observe, and they have no idea that they've blessed me. These girls are stand-outs. They're not bad-mouthing their classmates, they're not talking about boys or their weekend plans. They're talking about Full House reruns, mission trips to Mexico, and Wednesday night church. One is talking about her quiet time in Philippians, another has her Bible on her desk showing one of the others.
I'm a-likin' what I'm a-seein'. A+, ladies.
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