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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required They arrived giggling and giddy, one hundred percent in love. Holding hands, leaning into each other, Smiling. Young love, nothing like it. I am teaching GED classes now, something I got roped into. (GED for those who do not know is the test high school drop outs can take to get a diploma of sorts). She talked me into it, the boy said. He rolled his eyes. She smiled shyly, and looked down. He squeezed her hand. He gave her a little shoulder hug before he released her, and they separated to take their tests. She was finished first, but glanced over to where he was, and sat quietly. I walked over to her, handed her a piece of white paper, and whispered, “Draw something for fun.” I picked up her answer sheet and her test, and went back to my desk to grade it. There were six Test-takers here on this particular night, a full house, and I had to get started grading. The girl’s scores were phenomenal, the best I had ever seen and I had been doing this over a year. I called her over and said to her, “Your scores are amazing. You can take the test tomorrow and fly through it. You will definitely pass.” I whispered this, as some of my students had been taking this test for a year and they were still here, trying to get it right. The boy’s scores were bleak – thirty percent range across the board. He marched out angry, ahead of her. Her cheeks were pink, she was blinking back tears. I grabbed her hand before she followed him. “Please take the GED,” I said. “You owe it to yourself.” The door shut behind them, and I never saw them again.
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