I love being greeted enthusiastically by my former students. A gaggle of fifth graders approached me yesterday. The girls threw their arms around me. The boys came toward me then took a few steps back, not sure. I just greeted them jovially and it was all good. My current students wondered who they were and I said, "Some of my favorite fifth graders."
They said, "You have favorites!" and gasped like they'd just uncovered a moral failing.
Well, I do. I would never reveal which ones, but I'll tell you this for free: it isn't the whiny ones.
I love the things third graders say. I was helping a student solve an addition problem. He was adding the ones. "What is 4 + 8?" I asked.
He said, "That is usually 12."
I guess regrouping can cause you to doubt yourself at times.
I love the laughter at faculty meetings. We are back to all liking and trusting each other.
I love the way fresh basil smells. I bought a pot yesterday because the one by my kitchen sink is looking anemic. I'm not ready to give up on it yet (I'm rarely ready to give up on a plant), but I needed basil, so what's two basil plants between friends?
I love that it's cooler and we can open the windows in the evening without heating up the house.
I love the Book of Mormon. I read it between Memorial Day and Labor Day and it is like a friend I never get tired of.
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What a lovely list of gratitude. I love you!
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