Heidi stopped by my room today after school today and found one of the regulars hanging out making a 2D model of the Hydro Flask she was hoping her dad would buy her this weekend out of modeling clay. "Are you going to come back and visit Ms. S. next year when you're in 7th grade?" she asked.
The student shook her head.
"Oh, I think you will," Heidi smiled. "You really seem to like it here."
"I'm going to another school next year," the student sighed, "boundary changes," she explained.
Heidi nodded sympathetically.
"It's okay, though," the student said. "I'm sure I'll find another cat-loving, ukulele-playing teacher over there."
I snorted and almost spit out my water.
"They're not as uncommon as you think," she told me.
The student shook her head.
"Oh, I think you will," Heidi smiled. "You really seem to like it here."
"I'm going to another school next year," the student sighed, "boundary changes," she explained.
Heidi nodded sympathetically.
"It's okay, though," the student said. "I'm sure I'll find another cat-loving, ukulele-playing teacher over there."
I snorted and almost spit out my water.
"They're not as uncommon as you think," she told me.
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