Hard

The hardest thing so far this year in teaching hasn't been the lesson plans, hasn't been the discipline, or even in the instruction.  The hardest thing I have had to do is tell a few of my students they made a 2 on the EOG and have to retake it.  To watch their eyes fill up with tears and just cry.  Cry because they are disappointed.  Cry because they wanted so badly to get a 3 or 4.  Cry because they have worked so hard this year and boom, one test, and it seems to knock them off their feet.  That was hard.  To watch them in pain.  I wanted to take it all away.  I wanted to carry the pain all on my back.  I wanted to say something to make them feel better.  Now I see how my parents feel, or even how Christ feels, when they see me in pain.  When they see me hurt.  They want to take it away.  Somewhere I know the pain is good, but right now... right now it just plain sucks!