Today my seventh hour class--all seventh and eighth grade girls--went for a walk. Well, it was just that kind of day. They were supposed to have a verse test over Psalm 91, but they all had finished it a week early, and I couldn't let them get ahead of the other classes, could I?
Anyway we meandered, and skipped, and floated, and walked backwards through our little town, not regarding the traffic--what little there was of it. On main street, the antique store with its old pickup parked in front, made it seem like we were walking into the past. A warm south wind refreshed us, blowing our hair straight back from our faces; it was heavy with rain whispers and billowing gusts. We soaked it in. After about six blocks, we came to the nursing home and retirement village where half the town is employed. Slipping through the back door to the kitchen pantry, we were treated to ice cream in a cup, thanks to a kindly parent.
On the way back to school, the girls asked if I would kidnap them and bring them home to live with me. "Nope," I answered, "You would all be fighting over the wii, not to mention the guest bed and the computer" Although, if the truth be told, I do have enough couches and blow up mattresses for them all. Instead, I promised to treat them to a cola party. They really did deserve special treatment, because today, when I finished grading their quarter test, I was excited to see that they had ALL had made A's. That's a rare feat for this particular test, which, I assure you, was not an easy one.
Girls, I'm proud of you
1 comment:
Yay for your students. It sounds like the perfect outing for a Friday.
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