I loved it. Well, nearly every moment of it.
An injury to my right elbow took me out of public school. Long story, painful and sad.
A private Christian school associated with my church asked for help in improving everything. In many ways, it was similar to cleaning out a closet and replacing every single thing with new items.
But that isn't what I discovered head on: Middle School. I taught fifth through eighth English and Science. Fifth/Sixth comprised 12 students, maybe 10 at times. Seventh/Eighth was much the same. Something was wrong, something was different. What had been so fun now was a struggle, theirs and mine.
What was wrong? Why? Then the answer popped up right in front of me: Sex. That was all that seemed to occupy their little lustful minds.
|...did you hear what he said?...He likes me...|
Since classes were small and never changed, sex moved from one subject to another.
There was absolutely no way to change this. None. Never.
Maybe that was the way it was supposed to be.
|This is what it looks like.|