The girl rushed up to me. She had an urgent look on her face. "Mr. B... I..." She waved her little arms in anxious movements.
"MR. B, I LOVE YOU!" she shouted, loud enough for everyone to hear.
Stunned, and remembering that these kids really don't know the nature of the statement, I utttered a suprised, "Oh, um, thank you." I graciously took the goodbye card she had made.
And that's how the last day of ninth grade went today.
How sad. Did they all then board a bus and wake up on an island where they were handed random weapons for a giant fight to the death? I assume that's how all school years end in Japan.
ReplyDeletehuh? What was sad about that story? It was funny!
ReplyDeleteNo way I would be heartbroken. I was sad when clinicals ended at the old folks home. I'm gonna miss Edna even though I knew her for a week.
ReplyDeleteAh, well yes I will miss my students for sure.
ReplyDeletethat is so sweet ! :)
ReplyDeleteVery sweet indeed. :)
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