*Name changed as part of my Student Protection Program :)
Today Scott turned in his notes for his research paper. Completed. On time.
I felt like this:
I don't expect you to understand how miraculous this is. I could tell you that he doesn't always turn things in when he should or that he has trouble completing his work. I could tell you that he sits in the back, listens to an iPod whenever possible, and generally seems to be too cool for school. I could tell you that he struggles, even when I spend a lot of my time helping him, and I have no idea if I'm getting through or not. You still might not get it.
That's ok. I got it. I realized the moment we had today while it was happening. As I paged through Scott's beautifully completed notes, notes that I know he must have worked so hard on, I got the feeling that he has finally decided to want for himself the things that I have wanted for him all along. I shared my excitement with Scott in the form of an "OhmygoodnessI'msoproudofyoulookatthiswonderfulwork!" I may be mistaken, but I swear that before he got embarrassed, he allowed himself a faint smile. That's all I need.
Thanks, Scott, you made my day.