The good news is, “my kid” is still enrolled at the Title 1 school where I tutor him. He was absent the week before and it seemed no one knew for sure if his family had moved as he said they might. I collected him in the hallway and we went to the library to catch up on the past two weeks. He told me he was just coming off of a three day suspension for fighting.
I have no illusions that spending an hour with me once a week will change this kid’s trajectory, but his willingness to open up and look me in the eye gives me hope. We didn’t do a ton of reading yesterday, instead we talked about life and family and what it takes to be successful.
I don’t want him to succumb to the gravitational pull of the vices that surround him..
and oh my gosh, there are so many.
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