My student gave me a hamburger for Christmas. It was cold.
But I felt that it meant a lot, coming from a student (or perhaps a
generous mom). I brought it home and reheated it. It wasn't very
delicious, but I appreciated the thought. It was my most significant
Christmas present.
Grading journals, today, I ran across these two things. First, more love from Lucy:
Second, a philosophical sentiment at the end of a book-review by a 4th grader who goes by Harry.
"I think freedom is not always good."
Merry Christmas Jared. Thinking of you.