I'd give it all up, I would. I'd throw in the towel, I would. In a minute. But I just can't. I know that I'm not supposed to.
Despite it all, there are still smiles in the hallway. There are tiny spots of brightness. There's a flower growing through the asphalt.
You'd think I'd be bone dead tired, splayed, exposing innards to dry in the sun after my days, but there's still a reserve of energy on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons when I teach my professional development class. Today a student told me that she was afraid and nervous when she thought about learning a foreign language, but I've made it so fun for her and made her feel so comfortable, it's all she talks about, and she takes every opportunity to practice. She thanked me. She made my day.
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