Sometimes being a teacher leaves one with the distinct feeling that teenagers have little (or no) ability to love. Then they do something, and you know, you just know, that you are indeed making a difference in their lives. The trick, you see, is to hang on (but not too tightly) until that day arrives.
It helps to record the proof for the days when one is absolutely sure that they do, indeed, hate your very existence.
Happy Teacher Appreciation Week!