March 3, 2006

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.