After 27 years in the education system, I KNOW what we’re having for hot lunch on Friday.
It’s like some informal law, stemming from Catholicism, (I highly suspect).
Today, being Friday, also happened to be a “professional development” day in which students leave at 11:35, and then teachers get the pleasure of going to pointless meetings until 3:00. When they go to lunch, I am to stay with them although I usually did anyway.
MONTHS ago, I told them how I would save pizza crusts for Gerry, and called them ‘pizza bones’. Today, when I ate with them, several students told me that when they eat the crust of their slice of pizza, they ‘toast’ Gerry by declaring that they’re eating it for him. All of the bones in my body almost turned liquid. I was stunned by their sentimentalism for me….as well as for Gerry, who they’ve only seen pictures and heard stories of this year.
It’s the nicest tribute to my boy, ever. Third graders. Who would’ve thunk it?