“dear miss newell, tank you for tehing me a lot of math i wish id stay
Today, I gave the kids 5 minutes of time to themselves today. I told them they could color a picture or write a letter about whatever they wanted. Miguel was the only one that decided to write a letter, and he wrote one to each of his teachers. The one I got looked exactly like the one above, on 8.5 x 11 paper with purple crayon.
It’s moments like that where I realize that these kids need a fighting chance, and they need to know that they are loved in school. I love them…I’ve known them for only a few weeks and I really can’t wait to see their growth. I mean, I want to love them and want them to come to Tulsa with me, but I know that isn’t reality.
I just don’t understand kids like Miguel. I found out that he doesn’t sleep often, but that he also lives with at least 5 other kids. I saw his brother today and they look EXACTLY ALIKE. It was crazy. I know that school is hard for him, and it’ll only get harder if he can’t invest or if no one will help him get there. I wish I could stay for him too.
Four days of summer school are left. Stay tuned for photos of the kids that are now mine. :]