I think today was the day that the kids got comfortable enough around me that they opened up a little bit. I worked with a lot of them one on one for the last few days, and I think that they understand that I'm a person who cares about their well-being.
And that's a double edged sword. Today I was talking to a boy about his geology test, and a girl walked up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and she said "my mom had a baby when she was 15." All I could say was "That must be awfully hard." Earlier in the day a couple of boys were taking a makeup test with me, and one of them was about to fall asleep. I asked him if he had gotten enough sleep. The other boy volunteered "my mom was so drunk last night."
Ramon also told me that he lives in a trailer with his big brother and his sister in-law. His parents got deported in Kansas City and now he has to watch his baby cousin from when he gets home from school until 8 o clock.
I wasn't born yesterday, and I'm wary of please-don't-give-me-homework martyrdom stories. But I don't think any of these kids are making this stuff up- or their delivery was exceptional if they were.
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