Tuesday night funnies!

Pretty sure that last “Groshury List” was writtin’ by one of my middle school graduates that now come back to me w/ bevy of children in tow, replete w/full arm & calf tattoos, to visit me on “open house” night at school. This is what I know as the sweet & bitter of my life’s work. But who am I to judge?

They (past students) still pilgrimage. Let me balance this while I am whining: One night at “back to school” a young woman approached me & asked if I’d remembered “Carl” (blank). I’d taught him at another school, & this family had tracked me down when I transferred to a different site. I’d had him in an ESL (English as a Second Language) middle school English class. He was a HARD CASE….I kept him in an after-school program b/c he could not articulate/write in a sequential story line…We worked so hard on how to write/tell a beginning, middle, end of any story or essay, or so on. Don’t skip the steps! What this cousin who’d come to visit me at “back to school ‘nite” & wanted to tell me was that Carl had passed all his language & written tests to become a (not named here) police man. He wanted me to know. I think this is one of the most gravid stories of my career. I still have tears of thanks remembering being informed of this. It’s not so often that teachers get informed of outcome, or even recognized or thanked, for it.