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These kids, they break my heart every day.
“I’m sorry about yesterday,” Jared mumbles as he shuffles into my classroom. “I’m couch surfing for a while. I can’t go home, and I was really tired and grumpy.”
He toes the ground and smiles sheepishly.
These are my high school students, making my heart burst open with love for who they are, and often sadness for what they are forced to endure. Heartbreak is just part of my job because I teach in a recovery school ― in America. Our school is a place where kids who struggle with addiction can come to school without being constantly tempted by drugs and alcohol, both of which saturate the…click here to continue reading