Almost, but not quite.

Today was that day where I thought I was going to cry.
The point where I felt like everything I was doing for this class goes in one ear and out the other.
43.
20.
67.
52.
These are the grades they got on a QUIZ they've known about for over a week.
I am expecting too much. 
No;
I am the only one with expectations.
And I've done almost the exact same thing with them as all my other classes, and those grades were so telling:
100.
105.
98.
102.
I know I need to do something, but today I just became so frustrated.
And the disrespect...it's as if they are daring me to write referrals; I just did not want it to be that way. I refuse to deal with it anymore.
Things are going to change.
And it is NOT going to be just a one way change.


Lord,
Bless me with the strength and  endurance.
Remind me in the midst of trial (aka 6th block) that you have overcome!
I am a prodigy of teaching, because you live in me.
Because I have the Holy Spirit and you watch over me.
Give me the knowledge to teach, to love, and to encourage others to do the same.
I love you.
Sincerely.
I love you, sincerely.
In your rescuing name I pray.