So the job has been frustrating as of late, and I feel like I’ve been banging my head against a wall and not getting through to anyone, in addition to working 60-70 hours a week. And then today, last class of the day, in the final minutes, after I had passed out grades, a student approached me.
“I just wanted to say thank you.”
And then he told me about struggles he’d been having in other classes, and how he’d been feeling a little down about school, but then I passed out grades. And he’s really doing quite well in my class.
He told me how he’s never done well in English, and how good it made him feel when he read his grade printout.
So I told him, “Well, you’re welcome, but you’re the one who is doing the work worthy of the grade! It’s not really me.”
And it is in that spirit that I share with you this poem, one of my all-time favorites.