On Boredom

Or something like that.

A friend who used to say something to that effect to the troubled teens she worked with. I always thought it was so profound, and it slid off her tongue so easily whenever one would start in on how boring school was.

I wish I could remember what exactly she used to say, but I think my version works pretty well. When I came back from my duty of taking care of a sick child, the first thing on my agenda was to call the parent who left a voice mail on Monday. Her daughter failed my class for the semester, but it should not have been a shock to her, as her daughter had been failing my class most of the year, and we had talked on the phone before about her daughter’s performance.It was a long conversation, but not necessarily an unpleasant one, as we hashed out what has been tried and what hasn’t in helping her daughter succeed in my class.