In our school district, there is one location for "Summer Reading Camp". The program extends invitations to children from all the ten schools, and if you are lucky enough to get chosen to teach you will most likely have a group of children that you have never met. (Believe it or not, there are many teachers who need a little extra cash. Go figure.)
This was the first summer I've ever been able to do it, and I was amazed at how many children attend. There were six classes of kindergarten/first grade children, and I only knew two of the children in my particular class.
Some of you might remember the ball of FIRE that made me smile every day? (You know, when I wasn't crying.) His home school is one on the other side of town (here in Oregon) so I haven't seen him since summer school ended.
Yesterday, I received an email from his mother.
"Hi Mrs. Smythe! I just wanted you to know that George and I saw you in the parking lot of the Jones Grocery Store yesterday. We were driving away and George spotted you putting your groceries in the car. He wanted me to turn around so he could say hi to you, but we were running late to pick up his sister so we couldn't. He was very mad at me. Then he said - I wish I was still in summer school. I really liked Mrs. Smythe.
I just wanted you to know."
Yeah. I'm still a bit verklempt.