Feeding Teachers’ Souls
We escort our students to the buses at the end of every day. As we herded the sixth-graders down the long hallway this afternoon, I felt a pat on my back.
“You’re my buddy!” exclaimed T-Boy.
“Impossible!” I said. (T-Boy isn’t even in any of my classes. We simply speak to each other in the hall.)
“No, really!” he protested.
“I bet somebody paid you ten bucks to say that,” I said.
“Then it was a hundred. Don’t you think so?” I said, turning to Ms. K for corroboration.
“Empty your pockets,” I said to T-Boy. “Let’s see.”
“I think we should split that hundred dollars,” Ms. K said.
“No, really, I don’t have any money and nobody paid me,” T-Boy said.
We could tell that T-Boy was enjoying our playful banter, because he was smiling all the way to the bus.
These are the moments that feed teachers’ souls.