Something incredible happened Friday.
It was the kind of thing that makes teaching so rewarding.
Hell, it’s the kind of thing teachers live for.
The most difficult student I teach did something that made my jaw drop.
And it was good.
It was very good.
She gave me a small bag with two homemade cookies.
My relationship with this girl was so bad that I would not have eaten the cookies for fear that they were somehow dangerous to me.
I ate the cookies. They were delicious.
I ate the cookies because of the note that came with them.
“Mr. Black – thank you for trying to teach me and improve my behavior.”