Went back to the school in Cordelia, in third grade. Drove through the hills, past Lake Hermann on this glorious, sunny morning. The kids were well behaved, although one little guy had an attitude toward me, but i love bombed him. He kept trying not to laugh, because i was being funny, but i won that battle, and, as he left for the day, he told me i was a good teacher.
The teacher left work for the students to do. I helped a few who needed some guidance.
dropped my phone on the tile floor of the teachers' bathroom and now it is not working. who saw that coming?