They Missed Me
After a week-long bereavement leave, I returned to my classroom Monday. My sixth-graders wouldn’t stop chattering, no matter how many times I reprimanded them. Finally in exasperation I said, “What’s the matter with you?”
M-Boy, the chattiest one of all, replied, “Oh, we’re just so happy to see you that we can’t stop talking.”
A couple of hours later, when I greeted the seventh-graders at the door, J-Boy wrapped his arms around me and mimicked a kiss.
It’s nice to be missed.