Children are like wet cement. Whatever falls on them makes an impression.
I`ve come to the frightening conclusioin that I am the decisive element in the classroom. It`s my daily mood that makes the weather. As a teacher, I possess a tremendous power to make a child`s life miserable or joyous. I can be a tool of torture or an instrument of inspiration. I can humiliate or humor, hurt or heal. In all situations, it is my response that decides whether a crisis will be escalated or de-escalated and a child humanized or de-humanized.