Thursday, May 20, 2010
So I think I saw a former student at the mall today. Or rather, he saw me. After you've subbed enough classes (well, for me anyway) the faces start to kind of run together and look the same. I'll just be out and see a random 9-year-old, in a whole different city, and think, "I could have taught him." As was my passing thought when my idle eyes landed on this tyke--but then he smiled shyly and waved. I waved back. That was all. Did I know him? How awkward. I barely remember the kids I taught yesterday.