I just finished up a batch of progress reports. The title phrase is one my principal at the elementary school used to use when I got frustrated--with the students or with myself. I try to remind myself of its truth now and then. Yes, there is frustration in the fact that one kid turned in only one journal out of 4 on time, but she handed me the late 3 today! Yes, AT grumped her way through class today and looked like she wanted to kill me, but I got a smile as she walked past me at the end of the day and she even laughed when I suggested she try a different side of the bed tomorrow morning. Yes...teenagers--a gift and a curse.
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