Gemotions

“I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” I muttered, staring at the empty chairs in my classroom. The kids had been particularly difficult this year. Discipline problems, apathy, the ever-present feeling of being utterly overwhelmed. A wave of exhaustion washed over me. Then, a knock on the door, and a young man named Alex, a student from years ago, stood there, holding a box of homemade muffins. “Remember that project you gave us? Well…” he said, his voice hesitant, “it inspired me to…" His words trailed off, but the sentiment was clear.