I had a student ask me if he could take his book to lunch. This was the same student who, the class before, told me, "Miss, there is nothing good in here." We were in the library. I pointed him to a series of books which I thought he would enjoy if he gave them a chance. Turns out I hit the nail on the head in this case.
I resisted the urge to cry fat, happy tears and hug him endlessly in front of his friends. Because I care. And because I don't want to get arrested.
Student of mine, you have made my week.
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