Last school year, a sixth grade boy we’ll call Joseph drew me a picture of a dragon. I didn’t
expect that; it was one of the first times a student ever gave me anything
nicely. I kept the picture in a notebook where I keep my substitute teaching
materials.
A couple of weeks ago, I had Joseph in class again one
Friday. He is now a seventh grader and a self-professed teacher’s pet. I told
him I kept his drawing of the dragon. He was surprised I kept it. I was surprised he remembered drawing it.
The very next Friday, I was back in Joseph’s homeroom class.
At the end of the day when he came back for bus call he was holding a paper
airplane in the shape of a red cardinal, color and all.
He said he made it in his free time in one of his other
classes and it took him fourteen pieces of scrap paper. It really did fly until
the second time he threw it and it got a little bent.
Joseph had no way of knowing this, but my aunt who
passed away this past October loved those birds. They always make me think of her.
He may be a teacher’s pet, but I’d take a room full of
Jospeh’s any day.
Just a little fluffiness, Kelli
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