Anyway, I walked my class into the lunch room. I generally circulate a little to say high to the kids I know...and at this school, I know the majority. I've been subbing there for quite awhile and most of them have had Mr. H at one time or another. There is one little girl...well, she isn't little anymore, she's in
The cafeteria lady came up and asked for an update on our adoption. I get that a lot. I don't mind. So, I updated her. As she was turning away, she said, "You must be a very good teacher." I asked her why she said that. She said when I come in kids all over the lunch room try to get my attention and they call out to me. She intimated that they don't do that for other people. I was touched. I knew they did that for me, it's hard to miss a dozen different kids yelling "Mr. HHHHHH!!!!!!" from all parts of the lunch room, however, I assumed, perhaps wrongly, that they did that for many of the teachers. Apparently not. I was pleased and happy.
I took Gypsy to the groomer. Don't thank me, Cora called and made the appointment. I just dropped her off (Gypsy, not Cora. Cora is quite capable of bathing herself). When I picked her up, she was beautiful as ever and smelled considerably better than she did this morning!!