My offer wanes as your disregard for my thoughts go unheaded, ignored and are contested. I will continue to do my best, but alas, I am not a saint. I hurt as well.
At her old school no one attempted any accommodations (confirmed by our EL teacher) and barely interacted with her. She began failing and was just passed along because no one “knew how to help.” She asked me to introduce her to other Spanish speaking students in the school.
“HYou’ll be a dead man if you keep this up,” she mutters, turning to hide her faint smile.“er scowl softens as she unlaces the pouch and picks up a wrinkled, honey-soaked jujube. Her favorite.
What did you put in my boot?”