It had been a busy summer, and now it was turning into an even busier fall. The school was busy with activities as the teachers readied their rooms for the end of classes. As their headmaster, I was inspried by their enthusiasm, but I wanted to do more. Everywhere I went, I asked the same question, “How are you doing?” And everywhere I went, I received the same answer, “just fine.”
There was only one person who I didn’t It was her first year of teaching, but that had nothing to do with my doubts. Her room was inviting and she . On the outside, everything seemed just was something in her eyes that made me asked that question again and again.
Then came Wednesday. “How are you doing?” I asked. “Mr. Boyce, I think I’m going to“ She said.
, but the voice became quiet as the young teacher continued.
“Monday night, after our open house, I just didn’t think I could do it. There were told them I didn’t think I could do it , and they said I had to “The next morning school started. I thought I was ready, but there were so many were so different. I just didn’t know how I could manage. I drove back to my parents again, and we talked for a long time.
“I told them if only l just hadkids I thought I could handle it. So they asked me which children I would get rid of. And you know, Mr. Boyce , I couldn’tdecide. I’d only had them for one day, but I couldn’t think of a single child I could do.
“They’re mine, Mr. Boyce. I can’t do without any of them. I don’t know ,but I’m just going to do the best I can and I really think I’m going to make it.
There wasn’t dry eye in the room when I replied, “I think you are, too.”
It had been a busy summer, and now it was turning into an even busier fall. The school was busy with activities as the teachers readied their rooms for the end of classes. As their headmaster, I was inspried by their enthusiasm, but I wanted to do more. Everywhere I went, I asked the same question, “How are you doing?” And everywhere I went, I received the same answer, “just fine.”There was only one person who I didn’t It was her first year of teaching, but that had nothing to do with my doubts. Her room was inviting and she . On the outside, everything seemed just was something in her eyes that made me asked that question again and again.Then came Wednesday. “How are you doing?” I asked. “Mr. Boyce, I think I’m going to“ She said., but the voice became quiet as the young teacher continued.“Monday night, after our open house, I just didn’t think I could do it. There were told them I didn’t think I could do it , and they said I had to “The next morning school started. I thought I was ready, but there were so many were so different. I just didn’t know how I could manage. I drove back to my parents again, and we talked for a long time.“I told them if only l just hadkids I thought I could handle it. So they asked me which children I would get rid of. And you know, Mr. Boyce , I couldn’tdecide. I’d only had them for one day, but I couldn’t think of a single child I could do. “They’re mine, Mr. Boyce. I can’t do without any of them. I don’t know ,but I’m just going to do the best I can and I really think I’m going to make it. There wasn’t dry eye in the room when I replied, “I think you are, too.”
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