Despite internal struggles over balancing teaching and motherhood, I had a really fantastic evening. We had Papa Johns delivered to the school at 5:30, ate, then drove uptown to the arena. Each of the students were excited, but one of my homeless students made some especially precious comments. He asked if we were watching the game from the inside or outside. I didn't understand what he meant. He clarified, "Do we get to go inside or are we watching it on the TV?" He was referring to the jumbotron outside facing the street. He had the absolute biggest grin on his face after I assured him that we would be sitting inside the coliseum.
Our seats were clearly in the nosebleed section, but the kids knew no better. It was really amazing watching their enthusiastic reactions. Their innocence and playful nature was highlighted during the halftime show watching inflatable character and eating popcorn and cotton candy. Amidst all the attitudes and disrespect I deal with on a daily basis, it's too easy to forget that my students are 11 year old kids who just want to have fun. I am grateful to have shared the experience with my teammates and some of my favorite students.
(Sidenote: The following morning my teammate informed me that the student she took home violently threw up three times in her new car. I can't even begin to tell you how poorly I would have reacted had I been in her shoes.)