As a kindergarten teacher, I am constantly moving quickly from one activity to another. Sprinkled throughout this spastic chicken dance, are hundreds of redirections, reminders, scoldings, compliments and words of positive re-enforcement.
Perched upon a tabletop in the corner of my room is my open laptop. I keep my email open and at the ready for notes from the secretaries, pleas for last minute supplies from fellow teachers, and reminders from parents who might have forgotten to send something in with their child. (As the past president of the FPO- Forgetful Parent Organization, I can totally sympathize with every single stressed parent.)
I took a moment yesterday during snack to quickly glance in my inbox, when my eyes caught an unfamiliar email address. I reminded the children to not talk while eating (for the four-THOUSANDTH time) and sat in my chair.
I looked at the email again. I opened it.
Hi Vodka. It’s me.
A friend of mine found some of his old friends though Google, and I’ve been trying for a while to find you. Imagine my surprise when I did… I hope this really is you. Please email me back, cause I would love to catch up and see what you are up to. Please, please email me back.
Clint. (Now he didn’t say THIS part, but I will. YOUR OLD COLLEGE BOYFRIEND.)
Oh. My. God.