This world

I don't know.

You know I teach 175 students Monday through Friday. That's 175 sons, daughters, brothers, sisters; children. Even the oldest of them are still children.

Some of them are great kids, some of them are a handful, and some of them are two handsful.

It's hard to walk away from the classroom feeling successful, even on your good days. Sometimes you just want to grab these kids and hug them, but you can't not in our stupid world.

It's not just teaching. Even when I was on the street daily I would grieve for the children more than I ever did for the adults. God, God only knows how many times I just wanted to scoop a kid up and walk him/her away from whatever awful situation.

175 of them and even the bad ones I like. They are my students and yeah I get pissy when you try to mess with one.