Tonight, I was faced with a question: What do you do when it feels like you're trying to put out a raging fire, but you all you have is a squirt gun?
That's how I felt tonight while tutoring two siblings. They are years behind and falling further and further behind each day. I tutor them only a few hours a month, but they need much more than that, and more help than I can offer them. I am not one to quit, but I question my effectiveness. Last month, a local elementary principal told me, "If a kid doesn't know how to read by the 4th grade, he/she is almost guaranteed to drop out." My students are in 4th and 5th grade, and they struggle with reading and comprehension.
I know that I can't rid our nation of its high drop out rates. I pray that I can, however, help two bright kids beat the odds and love to learn.