Because of the parking situation at our school, many mornings I find myself bobbing along in a stream of middle schoolers on the quarter mile journey from car to building. I'm not super tall; I carry a backpack and a lunch bag; I wear jeans to school almost every day. That pretty much makes me invisible, and as such, I am often witness to unadulterated kid culture.
Sometimes I intervene, Drop the snow and walk away!
Sometimes I initiate conversation: Evan! Look how tall you are! I probably won't even recognize you the next time I see you!
And sometimes I just listen: I was processing what she said all night. I am still processing. It seems like all I do is process, process, process!
I feel you, kid.
Sometimes I intervene, Drop the snow and walk away!
Sometimes I initiate conversation: Evan! Look how tall you are! I probably won't even recognize you the next time I see you!
And sometimes I just listen: I was processing what she said all night. I am still processing. It seems like all I do is process, process, process!
I feel you, kid.
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