One of the most impressive and dangerous nor’easters is currently blanketing not only the Boston area, but all the way down into the Carolinas. I’m tempted to try and find something to do outside, but I’m at a loss right now since it’s just coming down too hard. My mind has been more preoccupied with the impending break than the concerns of the kids, which I’m sure is a mutual emotion. But before this weekend I was overcome with concern for many of the students that I meet, mostly because I’m now beginning to see what brought them to where they are now, and why they act the way they act. I know that I tend to be a forgiving person with them, which I’m working on tweeking, but who can blame them for being so rude and obnoxious when they’ve seen what they’ve seen? I don’t think I’ve ever been so close to violence, AIDs, and abuse than I have now, and still, I don’t consider myself close at all.
Today in school, one of the students told me that I’m too soft. This isn’t the first time this has happened.
