I first heard Myles's story when his dad, Mike, came to speak at my school. That's not entirely true. I vaguely remember the story from the news coverage during my first year teaching. In truth, the story was barely a blip on my radar, except I remembered that workers were in the school to redo all the coat hooks in the hallways and bathrooms. I felt awful after I heard Mike speak for the first time; I realized then that something that had been nothing to me had been so incredibly heartbreaking and life changing for him. I felt like dirt and was almost embarrassed to look him in the eye and see the passion that he held so ...
Supervision of Students
Supervision of students