Vona is a first year middle-school student (so, 7th grade). She has been stopping by now and then to say hi, since the middle schoolers are in exam prep right now and I don't see them in class.
Today, she stopped by and she said, "all you do is rest?" I had to show her that I was actually working on stuff and not just sitting idly at my desk in the staff room all evening while the middle schoolers labor away at grammar quizzes in their special prep classes. She nodded, as if not quite believing that I was working. She asked if I had any food. This is a standard refrain from middle school students. I offered to sell her a cookie for alligator dollars, but she demurred. She started to walk away.
Then she turned and complained, as if an afterthought, "Teacher! Kevin hit me."
"That seems believable," I said. "Well, probably he likes you," I mused, teasing.
"Oh." She considered this a moment, as if it genuinely had never occurred to her. "Well, I think it's OK, then."
She walked away.
[daily log: walking, 6.5 km]