I shared a touching moment with one of my students today. We were reminiscing about all that we'd done in class this quarter when she looked at me and spoke [I believe] directly from the heart in that oh-so-articulate teenage way: "Mrs. G., I wish you taught important classes - they'd be more fun." I must have made a face (like I could have stopped myself even if I wanted to) because before I had time to respond she stuttered a quick cover, "Uh, I don't mean that the classes that you teach aren't important; I just meant that you'd be great if you were an important teacher. [I can feel my eyebrows elevating on my forehead to my hair line - as is customary when I'm perturbed] I mean ... um ... what other classes do you teach again? I wanna take one of your courses next quarter too! I love you Mrs. G!" "Riiiiiight," Open mouth, insert foot, hop away.
