1. GREAT LOVE LIVE ON. I believe that.

     


  2. “Here’s to the ‘losers’ cuz I think we’re beautiful”

    He’s the kid who came to class with swastikas drawn all over his arms when we studied the Holocaust; the one who said he wanted to blow up the school on Hitler’s birthday; the one who crossed out the faces in the yearbook of the people he wanted to kill.

    And he’s the one that I didn’t give up on.

    And here’s the payoff; this is it:

    “Mrs. ——-

    I have experienced many dark times through which I could never tell anyone. I always thought keeping everything in and pushing everyone out is the best way to live. I would have gone on that same road for ever if I had to. But along the way I met a teacher who let everything out. She never once took crap from anyone, and always listened to what they said. Through the time age 11-15 I knew the world was twisted and I could trust no one. But at 16 I let my darkest days out to you. Honestly I didn’t intend for it to happen, and when I did I thought you would respond like everyone else I talked to and toss me out. But you stayed and tried to help me with it all. For the first time I finally found someone I can trust. I guess in the end I just want to thank you for being there for me.”

    And here’s a little update for anyone who may be interested. He’s a husband and a father—and he’s doing mighty fine.

    So when you meet that kid who pushes all your buttons, don’t give up. DON’T TAKE HIS CRAP, but don’t give up because he just might make it through.

    (Source: madmaudie)

     

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  4. Today was kind of an “off” day, but my kids wrote me these lovely notes and made the day beautiful! I really do have the best kids! Thank ya, Lord! 

     

  5. We wrote LOVE on each other’s arms

     

  6. Before dying, her mother said to her, “I’m depending on you to take care of your older sisters for me. You’ve always been the strong one.”

     


  7. (Source: madmaudie)

     


  8. I know it sounds petty but

    I really like being the teacher that the tough kids love, and I think they like being the kids loved by the tough teacher. I like it that the kids who scare the hell out of most of my coworkers are just a little bit afraid that I might go off. I like it that the meanest mugs smile at me when I walk by. I like that they know I love them anyway, even when they’re doing things they shouldn’t do. I like that they cross lines and accept me as one of their own. I like it when they write me notes, or make me cards, or just stop by to get a hug for the day. I like that we can patch it up and put it back together after we’ve blown it. I like it that we can live and laugh and love and learn together. I like it that we’re honest, even when the words come hard. I know it may sound petty, but I really really really like it that the kids like me—because I like them, too.

    (Source: madmaudie)