It was glorious. Transcendent. Heavenly.
15 children were, for a moment, released to soar.
For two weeks they had struggled, fighting against the lethargy of a summer spent doing everything BUT math. There were times when I wondered if they had ever been introduced.
When I did the first assessment - it scared me. Stunningly bad. Horrific.
So I said a quick prayer and began working to change reality.
We worked. And we worked. And we worked. It rained math worksheets, it hailed flashcards. I graded papers until I fell asleep grading papers two nights in a row.
I was hoping. Praying. Believing.
It was as if every kid had a math milkshake for breakfast. Every one of them clamored to do math. They competed with each other to do it. I had to resort to calling on them randomly to keep them in check.
At the end, we were adding and subtracting in the millions. MILLIONS.
It felt awesome.
I am so proud of those kids.