Before school this morning a student I had last year came in to visit me. This kid comes from a really shitty home life. This kid hates school. This kid will be a first generation high school graduate if he makes it. He had hoped to transfer to a job training program/school but has to go to jail shortly for something or other. It meant a lot to me that I was a person who connected him to school, to learning, and to the opportunities that an education affords. It meant a lot that he came to visit, that I am a safe person for him to spend time with in the chaos that is his life. These are the unintended consequences of my job.

1 comment:

The Gal Herself said...

This must be so satisfying for you. You know that he will remember you forever, that your work will live on in his.