The Letter
While I was gone, the sixers performed plays for the little kids about the Mix It Up lunch project. As they worked on their zines and stories this morning, I read to them from a stack of thank you letters written by the smaller kids. When I got to a letter with the words, “Thank you for doing the plays. I can’t wait for Mix It Up at lunch because I do not have any friends,” the sadness of the letter startled me and I’m ashamed to report that I started laughing uproariously. The sixers just shook their heads at me as I tried to pull it together. My whole life I’ve had a problem with laughing at inappropriate moments and I explained this to the sixers. One supported me with the kind words, “It’s nervous laughter. That can happen when you're uncomfortable.”
“Exactly. Thanks for understanding,” I replied, suppressing more chuckles as I looked at the letter again, which was written in rainbow colors. The sixers never quite got back to work after the incident. I had no one to blame but myself of course and I wondered once again if someone like me really belonged in the teaching profession.
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I did feel your encouragement. As all my technology worked perfectly, I was sending out a series of thankyouthankyouthankyou's after it was all over. I'm reading a pretty good book right now called Light ON Snow. First novel I've read in forever. You might like it.
Glad you are back, missy.
it was very embarrasing.
It really hurt and I screeched like a maniac. Poor guy was kind of freaked out, but come on! Let's not leap onto people's calves. I could have been killed.