Nick was one of my first students. He had brown hair, bright enthusiastic eyes, and he was just the kind of kid that made me love my new job–he was smart and confident, also brash and rebellious. At the appropriate time, he was studious and respectful, but at other times tough and defensive. He was real.
Remembering My Student Who Died
Remembering My Student Who Died
Remembering My Student Who Died
Nick was one of my first students. He had brown hair, bright enthusiastic eyes, and he was just the kind of kid that made me love my new job–he was smart and confident, also brash and rebellious. At the appropriate time, he was studious and respectful, but at other times tough and defensive. He was real.