I cried at school today. Yes, principals cry. Maybe I cried because I’ve worked hard with one particular family but I still can’t get their daughter to stop fighting on the bus. Maybe I cried because I had to comfort one of my 6th grade boys because a classmate made fun of his beautiful skin color. Maybe I cried because a mother who came in to discipline her child finally broke down and admitted she can’t read. Maybe I cried because some weeks we care so much and try to help so many and it seems like we’re not getting ahead. But, things have a way of coming together and sorting themselves out. At the end of the day, a first grader came to tell me this was his last day because he was moving. He then gave me a hug and said he was going to miss me. Yep, then I cried, again.