Finding out that one of the worst behaved students in my class doesn’t have a home

Noticing the gap in the front teeth of my favorite girl

Telling my scholars how happy I am that they are here

Standing in the sweltering hot gymnasium and waiting for the bus. In the wrong shoes.

Calling my littlest lady by she/her because that’s what she prefers and I’m allowed to do that because she has support at home

For the student who is new – asking a group of girls to get to know him because he doesn’t have any friends yet, and hearing them say they’re happy to include him

Teaching everyone our very own secret handshake

Kneeling beside a desk to answer a question when a hand reaches into the air for help

And teaching.

For the fist time in my life.