Today I had a very interesting homework session with a freshman girl in high school. She had a math worksheet that Holly and I helped her out with. But it wasn't the math worksheet that was interesting. It was when we were talking to her about her Biology homework. She had a composition notebook that was wonderfully detailed and completely perfect. When we commended her for such a good job on it, she said that she was really proud of it. Then, she added that it upsets her that people do less work than she does and they receive the same grade. Apparently, this little girl is doing fantastic work, and her peers do just average and she doesn't get much attention for it. I feel that if kids go above and beyond in their work, they should get some type of extra credit at least. I mean, kids need some kind of incentive.
Then, another little girl I walked around with and played basketball, four square, and go fish with said she was about to leave. When I asked her if someone was coming to pick her up she told me no. I then asked how she was getting home and she told me she was going to walk. Alone. At night. I felt so terrible for this little girl. There was absolutely nothing I could do for her. I knew how much trouble I could get in to if I drove her home. I worried about her the rest of the night, and I still have it on my conscious. It was very upsetting.
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