Yet invariably when I introduce myself as a high school teacher to other adults, the person to whom I'm being introduced will lean forward and, in a very sympathetic voice, whisper, "I am so sorry." They needn't be really.
To hear on some frigid, wind-blasted morning, the sound of one previously suspicious and slow moving student finally taking the bait is more perfection than most people get in a lifetime. And I am lucky to hear it, if not every morning, more often than I've any right to expect.
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