I walked down the hall for the 432nd time today and a long, gangly boy ran up to me. He's someone I've seen in the halls, but I don't know his name. Always smiling, always says hello. A most pleasant young man.
"Mrs. Thurman, I'm so glad I have you first semester next year." Enthusiasm seeped from his Clearasil. I replied that I knew it would be a great semester, blah blah blah. Typical flotsam thrown out to a student you don't know but who seems eager to learn.
He said, "After Beta Club induction I went home and told my mother that I had just met my favorite teacher. I love history and you are funny."
Great relationships have been built on less. And if I tell you that it made my day, you'll understand why.
I love teaching. And I love these goofy, bright, energetic, maddening, contradictory, beautiful, awful, kind, feral, righteous, demonic, adult-children I have the honor of spending my days with.
If he was thin and blonde with a very slightly slurred 'r' in his speech, you just met Alex. You will love him.
ReplyDeleteNo, brown hair, no slurred speech. Thin and tall.
ReplyDeleteProbably Timothy then...HUGE Bama fan.
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