This week was a blast. I had so much fun with the kids; and although I thought I really made progress with them last week, this week was far better.
For the 3rd straight week, a student I’ve been working with has aced his spelling test. The student really has a hard time getting along with the others, but he’s a really sweet kid. Unfortunately he doesn’t stick up for himself, and acts more immature than the others. As he begins to learn about himself, I feel he’ll be able to hurdle this time in his life.
But, the most influential part of this week was the student-teacher basketball game. One 8th grader had been giving me a hard time all week. He threatened to beat us, and it was my understanding that we’d let the students win. But, for some odd reason, the teachers played their hardest and we ended up winning. So many kids were dissapointed, and many that I had taken in my group accused the teachers of cheating. It was so sad, and I felt so bad for the kids.
It was a fun game, and I had a great time (except for the winning). I let the kids shoot over me, and I acted as if I were guarding them hard. I encouraged them, and had a good time doing some trick passes and shooting the ball from deep. I thought that the other teachers would play as I did, but that was not the case.
But, I got some respect for having some basketball skills, although b-ball was not my sport in school. I also developed a closer relationship with some of the kids, and really enjoyed myself out there. It was a time that I won’t forget.
