Today I made a student cry.
oh. my.
poor dear.
I didn't even say anything to her.
No. Not one word.
I graded papers and entered the grades.
And her mom saw it and sent me an email about it.
But, because my email has been broken since I got my job three weeks ago...
yeah.
yeah.
I didn't get that one right away.
And I didn't write back until after the poor dear came crying in my room.
It made me so sad.
I was about to cry with her.
I was about to cry with her.
I don't like crying students.
I hope they don't figure that out and all come crying to me when they want something
cause I would probably cave in and give it to them.
Even if the tears were fake.
But no. Her tears were real.
Real.
Big. Fat. Tears.
She hadn't turned in an assignment that I was entering in the grade book.
I didn't know what else to do.
I didn't have it, so I put a zero. And it made her cry.
She came to me after school asking what was wrong. What she had done.
And then I saw her puffy red eyes and a tear roll down her check.
Don't cry sweet dear.
I can fix it. Bring me your paper and I will fix it for you.
I think I will be getting that paper tomorrow first thing in the morning.