There's always one student every year that makes me remember why I do this. Why I chose to be a teacher when it seems thankless, penny-pinching, and frustrating. They make the mountains of papers that need to be graded and the parent that is breathing down my neck tolerable.
My first year it was Shelby
Next it was Seth
Of course you remember Jerome
This year it's a kid named Tyus
I'm actually sad that there are only two days left this year.