Tender-Hearted Community

I'm not sure that I was more tender-hearted than any other child. I know that if an adult reprimanded me in even the slightest way I would crumble inside and my stomach would burn. Second grade, my teacher was sister Jean, and my best friend was Missy. Once day Missy fell off her chair, hit her h

When I first decided to go into teaching, many people I knew were doubtful. “How can you be a teacher?” they would ask. “You are so quiet.” I may be a quiet person, but I am also a very determined (read that “stubborn”) person, and I refuse to let anything stand in the way when I decide I wan

She started middle school as a special education student. But she was right on the border, and she seemed like she was doing well. She also seemed like she was becoming too dependent on us to help her with things that she really could do on her own. It wasn’t the academic skills that she was lac