I had all sorts of mushy feelings today for one of my classes. They were working on a word find (with clues from the textbook, of course) and I guess I fell in love with them.
Every class period has its own flavor. A few people can completely change the tone of the classroom. And I think I realized today how much I like this class. I actually spent a few minutes just watching them and smiling. My heart was filled with this grand protective motherly feeling. I wanted them to never grow up and to remain just as they are. It isn't often that I wish that for sophomores in high school.
This class interacts well with each other. The students are young but fairly mature. As they worked on the word find, a few of the boys were singing a song. Another couple of boys were a little off to the side, working in a pair, and their conversation was so random but just very comfortable. They like to talk at times, but they are respectful. There are some really solid girls in that class--confident but not overbearing, smart but not trying to trip you up. They answer my questions when I ask them. When we do "contemplative time" (ten minutes of silence to contemplate a prompt I give them), they ask to do it again the next day. I took them outside if they promised to not tell any other class and I believed they kept their promise.
Perhaps on Monday I will realize that these feelings were the fleeting result of Friday tiredness and a lucky day. Yet I believe they will endure. They are filled with a lovely joy, a bubbling energy, but tempered with some introspection and genuine heart.
Thank you, Lord. May they always remain so.
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