*Image by Natalie Canadas
As much as I complain about work and terribly behaved children, I still do care for them... That is the hardest part of my job. They are teenagers, sometimes jerks, don't always do their work, aren't always respectful - but that is their job. Not all of my kids are sour lemons and today I made one of my students give me his shirt so I could take it home and sew up the giant gaping hole where his sleeve was pulling apart from his shirt. I laughed when I sat down at my machine because I didn't need to change my thread or bobbin. The color of our 8th grade uniform shirts that I detest on a daily basis matches the curtains I'm sewing for the dining room. Ironic?