Our darling girl is not the only child in my classroom who came from a different country. I have another boy whose family is originally from China.
They've lived in our college town for some years, however, as the parents are well-respected members of the university faculty here in Smythe, Oregon.
I was walking to the faculty room after school when his mother came down the hall to talk to me.
She stopped to me fill me in on her family's travel plans. She was very worried because she was taking her sons out of school for a couple of days, and my student would miss the St. Patrick's day festivities. He was worried that he would miss something magical.
She went on to explain. "Since J (her older son in fourth grade) is studying Festival of the Arts in class, we thought it would be beneficial to allow him to see some of these works of art in person. Therefore, we are taking him the Louvre in Paris for a few days."
I looked at her.
"Hmmmm. Let me think. One one hand you have the Louvre in Paris, and on the other I have activities involving glitter, coloring, cutting and pasting. I think missing these two days won't injure him too much."
I smiled, hugged her, and asked if perhaps they MIGHT have room for someone else with short brown hair and a quick wit.
With a nervous laugh, she declined.
Now, I'm just hoping that his missing the Play-Doh center won't ruin his chances to be valedictorian. I'd hate to carry that burden.