When Teachers Get It Right
There’s always that one kid in school, the one feared by classmates and intensely disliked by his teachers (whether they’ll admit to it or not). The kid with bigger issues than school and playmates, the one who inspires children and adults alike to mutter hopes for his incarcerated future. The kid who could use some faith and understanding and manages to receive the least of those while garnering the bulk of the negative attentions.
I’m a cranky bitch, but I’ve always been the sympathetic friend of the underdogs. Because of that, there existed in my cynical little schoolgirl heart a particular love and respect for the (very) few teachers I had in school who could somehow manage to see the person behind my angry, screwed-up friends.
Teacher John T. Spencer is one of the well-souled. Read this post about Mr. Spencer, the Kid, the Mom, the Other Teachers, the Meeting, and the Pencils. It’s quick, simple, beautiful, and complicated.
Posted by Alexa Harrington
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