The sighs came from me.
And they were not the relaxed, end of a good class type of sigh.
They were more of an expression of exasperation and frustration.
I have become accustomed to the young ladies who study at our academy. They can be chatty and sometimes silly but they are always strong.
I have been assigned a class of six simpering seventh graders.
It has me reflecting on role models, character reinforcements and how to encourage strength without forgoing all the good things about being a girl.