There was a light rap on my classroom door yesterday afternoon. The librarian poked her head in. "Do you have a minute?" she asked. I nodded and she sat down.
"Tell me about J," she said.
She is also the producer of what I like to call "my favorite show", the morning announcements, and I knew there had been auditions earlier in the day.
"Well," I started, "he's impulsive, and that gets him in some trouble, for sure, but he wants to do well."
"He didn't do poorly at the tryouts," she told me, but the faint praise made me brace for bad news. "Did you read his application?" she asked.
I had not. She pushed the rumpled sheet of paper across the desk, and I recognized his crooked scrawl. Under Why do you want to work on the morning announcements? he had written, Because everyone thinks I'm dumb and bad and I want to show them I'm not.
"How can you say no to that?" she asked rhetorically.
"You can't," I agreed. "When does he start?"
"Tell me about J," she said.
She is also the producer of what I like to call "my favorite show", the morning announcements, and I knew there had been auditions earlier in the day.
"Well," I started, "he's impulsive, and that gets him in some trouble, for sure, but he wants to do well."
"He didn't do poorly at the tryouts," she told me, but the faint praise made me brace for bad news. "Did you read his application?" she asked.
I had not. She pushed the rumpled sheet of paper across the desk, and I recognized his crooked scrawl. Under Why do you want to work on the morning announcements? he had written, Because everyone thinks I'm dumb and bad and I want to show them I'm not.
"How can you say no to that?" she asked rhetorically.
"You can't," I agreed. "When does he start?"
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