Reason #237

Why I love my students.

On Tuesday, while I was teaching my 11-12 year olds, my adults - whom I teach in the following period - slid a note under the door. The paper was folded in half. The outside read, "Message for Leah" (with a hand-drawn flower). The inside said, "Dear Leah, We are at Casablanca [a restaurant near the school]. We are waiting for you there. Don't forget we love you. Group 22".

The class I was teaching got all excited and thought it was a love-letter. I suppose it was in a way. I read the note to them. They approved.