

by Digby Wolfe
Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids they call crazy or dumb,
The kids who don't fit, with the guts and the grit,
Who dance to a different drum...
Here's to the kids who are different,
The kids with the mischievous streak,
For when they have grown, as history's shown,
It's their difference that makes them unique.
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When I was a kid, the greatest worry we had in school was trying not
to get caught passing a note to a friend, whispering, or shooting
spitballs. If we got into any trouble at school, our parents were
notified and we were in double trouble when we got home.
Kids today have so much peer pressure to do drugs, to drink, to
smoke and to have their own car. In some cases students have after
school jobs to save for college and to operate the cars. WE
were allowed to work only summer jobs or during Christmas holidays.
With the divorce rate so much higher now, many kids may also have
some serious problems because of the less than friendly split up of
their parents. Today with the violence that has occured in so many
schools recently, students have to worry if they will even leave
the school alive.
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by Elizabeth Stevens
Protect my little ones I pray
For I send them back to school today.
Keep them healthy, help them learn.
Make them proud of the grades they earn.
Dear Lord, stay with them through the day,
Because You see they cannot pray.
The government has interfered.
From the schools You've disappeared.
In your place instead there is violence, sex, and drugs.
Turning kids into brainless slugs.
I hate to send them back to school.
I feel like a helpless fool.
At home I teach them wrong from right.
Then at school they have to fight,
To try and do what they know they should.
I know I can trust them to be good.
There are others with whom they play.
They try to lead my kids astray.
They cannot turn to You themselves.
The rules were made by someone else.
I love my kids like a mother should.
I just wish I understood,
Why they go to school each day,
To read and learn and even play.
Yet they face such dreadful things,
Like sex and drugs and guns and gangs!
Amen
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God grant me wisdom, creativity, and love.
With wisdom, I may look to the future and see the effect that
my teaching will have on these children, and thus adapt my methods
to fit the needs of each one.
With creativity, I can prepare new and interesting projects that
can challenge my students and expand their minds to set higher goals
and dream loftier dreams.
With love, I can praise my students for jobs well done and
encourage them to get up and go on when they fail.
Lord, reveal Yourself to them through me.
Amen

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