I work in a therapeutic alternative school, with an eclectic, awesome, talented group of kids. We have rigorous academics as well as a huge focus on therapeutic groups, art, and music. The path these kids walk is one where they learn who they are, and how to love their true selves. I adore my job. I think the kids are awesome, and my team- well, we're a TEAM. Today we unleashed the graduating class of 2015 upon the world. It's a small class- six students- and their statistics rock. Three headed to four year colleges or universities, two already gainfully employed, one furthering their education elsewhere. Those are pretty amazing statistics. However, they say nothing about these kids- and what we do from 7:45 to 1:50 every day. One of our ninth graders painted a canvas for our front entry- "We're not just a school, we're a family". This sentiment is never more true than when we celebrate.
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Now, I have to focus on the next class years- the kids that will grace the chairs in my classroom for another year- or with some of them, five or six years (we've got some really great middle schoolers too)! However, the graduates of 2015, 2014, 2013, 2012, 2011, and 2010 are never far from my mind- it's the lessons I've learned with them that will allow me to continue to support and advocate for my future classes. We don't forget- and our resolve to continue to be agents of change in the lives of kids doesn't wane.
Today though? Today I cry happy tears with students, families, and coworkers- celebrating the progress, drive, and determination of six wonderful kids. I reaffirm my dedication to being a teacher, and guide, on their path.