It’s 8:30 pm on a Wednesday night in summer and I get this text from a student:
“Ms. Mathinaz. It’s J. I need your help.”
Immediately my brain goes to terrible places. Someone’s hurt. Someone’s in jail. Someone is missing. Please don’t make me have to call CPS right now.
Then I get the next text:
“Ok, I’m trying to help my mom learn fractions and algebra because she doesn’t know anything but I don’t know how to teach her exactly.”
This is your problem? YAY!
I give a couple basic suggestions. Then I get:
“No but I don’t know how to start. LIke she barely knows the basics. Barely. Where should I start? Is it ok if I text you asking questions?”
Love. Lovelovelovelovelove. Why am I leaving?