One of my students is Mormon. Another, Seventh Day Adventist. The second one, one of my favorites, told me that she was transferring to another school because other students have been treating her brutally. My heart sank, but I knew that it'll be better for her to get away from her punk classmates.

A lot of times, we try to solve the problems of this world with solutions of the world. And not to undermine the importance of education reform, but sometimes I wonder how different these students would be if they knew Jesus.

lame

Bleh. Remind me to not call out of work the next time I feel remotely sick.

One of the most difficult things about working in this type of school with these types of students is that they are incredibly unmotivated and as such, incredibly lazy. This is too hard. This is impossible. I don't care - I give up. Do you expect us to work magic? We're not like you. Sometimes, it's difficult for me to tell whether or not I really am being unreasonable or if my expectations are simply too high, and perhaps seemingly impossible to meet. Or if they are achieveable, but these students simply do not have enough drive to try. It's very different from those crazies who immersed themselves into four years of architorture and sleepless nights. These kids feel that doing school work is an option - because they don't care for the repercussions of not doing it. So what if I fail? I don't need this. Part of me is tempted to believe that architecture simply isn't for these kids - they'll never have the will enough to do all this field, and many others, entails. Nelson, being a surgeon will require you to be work with your hands. Then fine! I don't want to be a surgeon.

It's brokenness on so many levels.

There are things I know now that I wish I had I known four years ago.