I got a tug on the arm. Fellow teacher and friend Mrs. L dragged me off to the side of the building and said “D just told me to go meet him in the parking lot. You’re coming with. He won’t kill you, he likes you.” D was one of our students. A student that one may like to say made poor choices. Sadly because he made poor choices he never got placed on the advanced math track, which he should have been. In all my years of teaching math, he was by far the most gifted at it. Everything came naturally to him. Which in a way was good, but in a way was bad. Math was the only subject he liked; he skated by with a D in just about every other class. Not because he couldn’t do it, just because that took effort and he was lazy (yes, I said he was lazy, deal with it). Since math came natural to him, it took no effort. Though I was amazed by his math talents, he was in every form a huge pain in the butt, and that was in the class he liked. Imagine him in the classes he didn’t like. … [Read more...]