Confession: I am not teaching these kids when in class.
Confession: I am learning with this kids when in class.
Confession: We occupy class time responding to their questions, and they even respond mine.
Confession: We are moody at time, but we understand our emotions and “make room” for them in class, for it is OK to naturally feel low and happy.
Confession: There is no class of ours in which we leave the classroom without coming up with a new idea.
Confession: Planning classes for them turns out to be role play of construction where each one of us lays a brick.
Confession: I could continue to confess, but we must leave ideas and thoughts for a second coming.