Day Eleven

Bob Marley continues to make progress in everything except trust, and that is hindering our progress most of all. He'll do great during class and then I'll come out later that night and the next day and I have to start all over again with him, because he just doesn't trust me. Of course, the amount of time it takes for him to relax shortens with each session, but I wish he'd just settle and learn to trust us. I don't even want to think about how leaving him alone for six days over Easter break is going to set him back. I wish I could stay here, but I can't. I need to sit with him for days on end, but with school winding down its so hard to find the time. That's no excuse though: this is a living creature whose life I am forming, and that should be far more important than a normal class project.

As Cindy said, "This isn't math class."