My seventh hour reading class is a great reason for single mothers not to have 32 kids. I almost lost it today. Well, I did lose some stuff. My patience, my tact, my desire to be a teacher (for 45 minutes, anyway). But in the end, when all was quiet and I could actually hear myself talk, I realized that deep down, on an individual level, they are pretty good kids. They are just children, for Pete's sake.
I'm just a child. Sometimes I am stupid. How fortunate for me to have all the patience in the world from a loving God. I should be taking notes.
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