I survived the fall months, then to find out I was pregnant with our little boy Davis. The remainder of the year I was pregnant and sick half the time. These two do not mix when teaching a class full of emotionally disturbed boys. I counted the days until I would finish my first year of teaching. During those months I also had a student bring marijuana to class, another brought a knife, and I got a few calls from a dad concerned that his son had brought his pistol to class. I also had 3 students who were in inpatient at a psychiatric hospital in the city. I made several visits to see them. This all has a happy ending...I survived!
I believe that God put me in that place to prepare me for the worst. Each job I have had since does not compare. I am a stronger teacher because of that long year in 1997.
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