Something happened at school yesterday that really has me thinking. I arrived to find a Valentine waiting for me from one of my grade 6 boys. A student who is nice enough, always polite to me, but just has the absolute worst timing in the world. He will ask me for something, while I am in the middle of holding someone's snack, consoling a crying child, doing up another's jacket, breaking up the third fight in 5 minutes and trying to keep everyone moderately quiet. And he wants to know if I will be there for gym after recess!?!?!?! Ummmm...I AM THE GYM TEACHER! Of course I will be there. Sigh... he's just a kid, but when I have 25 little voices calling my name and asking questions and whing and crying and complaining... every little bit adds up. But in the end... maybe my answering his questions as patiently as I can possibly manage - maybe that little bit helps. Even if it does lead to me pulling my hair out later. And yet, he was the one who gave me a Valentine.  ¶ 8:21 PM