tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378966.post2104605349805984507..comments2023-10-10T05:20:11.192-04:00Comments on Elementary, My Dear, or Far From It: DepressionJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04725549451973770515noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378966.post-35136371819440673942008-07-29T19:26:00.000-04:002008-07-29T19:26:00.000-04:00I was looking back at some of your older posts and...I was looking back at some of your older posts and I came across this one. I too have students going through the same thing every day. My sister always asks me why I stay in such an area where the kids have so many problems. My answer has always been...I feel I am one of the only stable things in my kids lives and I feel they need me more here then in a more affluent area would. Keep up the good work. The kids will remember you!Traceyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11064113501129840818noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378966.post-37014251421586885872008-04-11T13:30:00.000-04:002008-04-11T13:30:00.000-04:00Not a sin! You're right. Sometimes there are mor...Not a sin! You're right. Sometimes there are more important things than school. Too many people think the world will fall apart if they skip a day and stay in bed, but those days can really make the difference.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378966.post-71532320858833489282008-04-09T22:09:00.000-04:002008-04-09T22:09:00.000-04:00You will probably never know how much of an impact...You will probably never know how much of an impact your few minutes of attention made on your student. But, of course, that isn't why you responded. You did it because someone needed you. Pure and simple. I hope things settle down for your student.Blinkhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05209361947351963691noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378966.post-159898447925502952008-04-09T20:55:00.000-04:002008-04-09T20:55:00.000-04:00That is so hard. Its times like that I can't get ...That is so hard. Its times like that I can't get out of my head for days and just haunt me while I'm in safe, loving house. The kids we work with are so incredibly strong. They are what make me get out of bed in the morning!organized chaoshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18050635225751382130noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378966.post-60247149585914127632008-04-09T20:50:00.000-04:002008-04-09T20:50:00.000-04:00That just breaks my heart. Counselors ARE saints,...That just breaks my heart. <BR/><BR/>Counselors ARE saints, but so are the teachers such as you who care so deeply.Snippety Gibbethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00271129879408530904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10378966.post-16618153858010626502008-04-09T20:11:00.000-04:002008-04-09T20:11:00.000-04:00I know, sometimes I hear their stories and wonder ...I know, sometimes I hear their stories and wonder how they can even get out of bed in the morning, how they can function at school. Then I realize it's probably because school is such a haven from this home crap they're dealing with, and that going home is really the hard part of the day. seeing a former counselor at my school sit under a tree, shoulder-to-shoulder with a child who had <I>bitten</I> her in a rage not long before, just sitting and listening to her talk, made me realize counselors <I>are</I> saints. you are so right.damned_cathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02938939807620081717noreply@blogger.com