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Got to see a few imps this week as they came in with mom and dad to register for school.  I talked to two imps, one new one old.  The new kinder imp reached out to shake my hand and said something like, "Who is your name and I am?"  Clearly the kid is whacked.  After some intros, he showed me the 100's of mosquito bites on his legs, which were ghastly.  But I adored this new kinder friend from moment one.

The other first grader imp was an old pal.  He said, "I'm not going to ever forget your name!  You're Dr. H.!"

I remarked on his new height and buzzed his buzz cut a bit.  I asked him, "Are you getting excited?"

He said with a huge smile, "I wasn't excited at all, but then I heard about all the stuff."

I am still wondering what the stuff is that he heard about.  For various reasons, today I truly need some of the stuff.

 I'm missing that classroom space, that space I used to create and share with a posse of weird little imps.  Seeing all those nervous looking imps and knowing that none of them will belong with me, that was hard today.  I'll borrow them from time to time, but mostly I'll just be a friendly visitor.  Not a teacher to anyone.
 A downer post I know, but this has been a shattery kind of week.  Bear with me. I'll pull out.  You know I will. Just in time for J....