It's been the same prayer every morning for quite some time:
"Lord, please give me patience with these kids!"
Apparently I should have been more specific like:
"Lord, please give me patience with the students I
already have. Please do not add a wild one to the mix in order to teach me what patience really is."
A couple of weeks ago Jemerril* joined my homeroom. Prior to him my biggest problems were a few chatty students, one disrespectful girl, and a couple of unmotivated boys. My, my how things have changed! God must be trying to teach me patience with Jemerril.
Jemerril seems to think that he does not have to follow our school's expectations or any teachers' instructions. This means that it is okay for him to leave the room (or the building for that matter!), walk around the classroom calling out student answers on a quiz, talk when no one else is supposed to, and be generally disrespectful.
In moments when Jemerril is out of the room, I realize that I have much more patience with the students that used to get on my last nerve. I suppose that's the patience I was praying for.
Listen! I think God is laughing. . . . Not really, but I do think I've had about all the patience training I can take!
*Name changed to protect privacy. :)