Well, when this middle-aged Southern gal wound up in an urban alternative school that's kind of how I felt. I cried everyday on the way to and from school for the first semester, then something weird happened.
God blessed me with three veteran colleagues who counseled me to work on building relationships first, then teaching state standards.
Then God blessed me with the amazing grace as my young students patiently taught me about life in their world.
I gradually let go of misconceptions and fear. They embraced my ignorance with humor, honor (yes, I said, "honor"), and transparency.
By semester break, I was surprised to realize I'd fallen in love with my "juvenile delinquent" students. Then I got punched in the jaw trying to break up a fight.
Dear Reader, I hope you will allow me to share some of my adventures with these young tutors. They taught me more about teaching and learning than all my experiences, degrees, or certifications in education.
Check out the footer for one of the lessons I learned from my homies. And here's the great big take-away: God will go to extremes, including taking us to unexpected places, to bless us outrageously.
How have you been blessed lately, Dear Reader?