Favorite Student

How can I choose, I love them all. Last year I came into the job with a false impression of what teaching in a small town is all about. I thought by being firm, fair, and honest the kids would respond positively to me and respect me. I was wrong, extremely wrong. The kids did not respond to me at all, they hated me. By the end of the year I was able to loosen up some and realized that the kids only respect you if you show them that you care about them. This year I took the time out of my schedule to coach the middle school football team, I was myself from day one instead of this impersonal jerk, and I took the time to show that I actually cared by asking the kids how are you doing.

Last night our school had our Christmas party at the Bourbon Mall and it worked out that I sat across from my principal. We had a blast, I think I scared the other people in the restaurant because my laugh echoed throughout the entire building. My Principal remarked that she was surprised by how much my students knew after observing my class. My Principal was especially impressed by a particular few who are considered extremely incorrigible. The class is made up of nine boys who are all considered incorrigible. Over the course of the year I feel like I have been able to treat them with respect and model for them the behavior of a man. They have responded to me in such a great way. When my Principal made her remark I said without thinking, "I love those guys" and its true.

Why I a plan to stay in the Delta forever

Over the summer I meet a guy who was going to teach in the same school district as I do. We made small talk and eventually began to talk about hunting. He immediately told me that his uncle was apart of a camp in the Delta and would see if I could go hunting there. Over time we became friends. That is weird to say, I am now your friend, not just someone you are nice to because you have things in common. About three weeks ago my new friend called and said his uncle was ready for us to come down. The trip was awesome, I did not shoot a big deer, in fact I missed a little one. The generosity shown to me by my friend's uncle was amazing, a trait that is commonly found in many Mississippians. He gave us each a warm bed, hot meals, new one liners to use and amazingly funny stories.

The beauty of the Mississippi outdoors is unmatched.

I know many people who have never hunted believe it is a bunch of red necks in the woods killing Bambi, for me and the majority of hunters it is more than that. It is the chance to go out and see something beautiful. The low lying swamps and hardwood forest of the Delta are a sight to be seen.