Never Have I Ever
On the last day of my student teaching, after the last bell had rung and all of the students were filing out of the classroom past where I stood at the door, one of the fifteen-year-old boys stopped in front of me. We'll call him Josh Smith."I'm sad that you're leaving, Ms. Nic."
"I'm a little bit sad, too," I answered honestly.
He leaned forward to wrap me in a hug that, being six inches shorter and at least fifty pounds lighter than he, I couldn't resist, despite all of the cautioning I had received about hugging students in my four years. The hallway was loud and crowded, so he made sure to speak at full volume. "Ms. Nic, you're a good English teacher. I also think that you would make a good Mrs. Smith."
With that, he released his grip on me, turned, and half-ran down the hallway away from me, the cheers and taunts of his classmates chasing him. Later, as I told Bradshaw the story, she had the proper perspective:
"Now you can't say you've never been proposed to."
Labels: everyday amusements, teaching
posted by nicalyse @ 11:50 AM
2 Comments:
And that is why I am awesome....silver lining and whatnot.
*dies*
That's so cute. I like that he half-ran down the hallway. *snort*
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