“I’m so proud of you for fighting,” I told my students as they related the story of what happened during lunch.
I know this may sound crazy, but that is exactly what I told my students yesterday.
I started off fussing at them for not being in line when I came to pick them up after lunch. However, when I found out the reason they weren’t in line, I gave them all a hug.
They were sort of fighting. Well, they were actually defending one of their fellow classmates, Man-Man. What’s so funny is that Man-Man and one of my other students, were in a little kicking match right before lunch.
They were like a real family. They may fight amongst themselves, but they’re not going to let anyone else mess with their family. I feel like everything that I am teaching them about sticking together is finally sinking in. They actually think of themselves as a family. They named themselves after that movie “Four Brothers”(the one with Mark Wahlberg, Tyrese, Andre 3000 and some other guy).
I am proud of them and their little group. I am especially proud as this group contains two Hispanic and two black. What makes me the proudest is the fact that this group contains the one who called another one of my black students the N**** word just a little over a month ago.
I guess saying the same thing over and over and over and over day after day actually does make a difference. Here’s to continued success and more fighting :).
Until next time people!