September

The month of September started out great. I went to a University of Arizona football game and spent some time with a great friend in Tucson. I thought this is going to be good. I went back to work after Labor Day and it was weird to think that my friends at home were just getting ready to start school and I had been teaching for a month. The first two weeks of September were relatively good. My students were extremely interested in 9/11 and what transpired on that day. We spent 2 weeks learning about and working on stuff about 9/11. It was an incredible 2 weeks. The questions they had were amazing I also learned a lot about my students in those 2 weeks.
After 9/11 it was like they went back to being their obnoxious selves. I was sad to see them turn into this. I learned that some of my students think that dropping out of school is an option and one that some of them are thinking about choosing. When I found this out I was extremely sad and didn't quite understand why they thought that it was an option. One of my students was very adamant about dropping out. I went home from work that night and thought what have I gotten myself into? I felt that I truely didn't understand my students. I felt like I shouldn't be in this business if I couldn't inspire students to want to stay in school. It was one of the first days that I began to question myself about why I had chosen the path that I did.
As September continued my students became worse. On September 14 I was hit in the back with an eraser. One of my students used a rubberband as a slingshot and hit me in the back with an eraser. The students then thought it was funny and bragged about it to other students. I also was hit in the face that day with a crumpled up piece of paper. That night I left work really questioning why I was there. I truly didn't understand why God would call me to a place where the students disliked me so much. I questioned God several times about this I truly didn't understand why my students had such a hate for me.
The next day the same thing happened but to another student. That is when all he** broke loose. Three of my students were suspended for hitting me and for hitting another student. I felt extremely defeated. I cried a lot about the whole situation. I have such a love for my students and I want them to be successful and productive citizens.
On September 16 I only had 10 students in class because it was Mexico's independence day. It was a nice day that I was able to really connect with some of my students and see the real them. Not the person that they were when everyone was there. It was a really good day. After so many bad days where tears were such a part of the day it was like a ray of sunshine in a really bad monsoon season. However on September 17 when everyone was back it was like walking back into a nightmare.
On September 17 late in the evening I was surprised by my family. They came to surprise me for my birthday. It was the most amazing birthday gift I have ever received. I love my family so much and being away from them was one of the most difficult things however I knew that God sent me here to Douglas, Az for a specific purpose.
September 18 was my birthday. The day wasn't too bad. My students were very excited about it being my birthday and they loved that my family was here to be with me on my day.
The last 2 weeks of September were probably the worst weeks I have ever had. I was very stressed out because my students were just becoming more than I could handle or that is how I felt.