Today is the end of the first quarter. I feel enormous pressure to give students passing grades. However, I am just the score-keeper. Still, it sometimes strikes me that the "job" of a teacher is to give students passing marks, not to help them learn and prepare them for the future.
Even so...yesterday, before the quarter final, a female student breaks down crying, ends up curled in a ball, on the floor, in the corner. I thought that maybe her mom died or something. She could hardly breathe she was so upset. Her friend is literally trying to pick her up.
I thought about sending her to the counselor, but that would be punishment. You never want to go there. I figured that if she could control herself and not disrupt people, that if she wanted to stay and take the test, that would be her decision.
She did control herself and took the test. Not only did she take it, of the 100-plus students that took that precalculus test, she earned the highest score!
The source of the tears...she had just been dumped in a text message by her boyfriend. Love is fickle.
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