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two of my former students visit me in my classroom after school every day.  and i mean:  every.  day.

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they tell me about their day.  their mishaps in the parking lot.  their tardies and referrals in other classes.  their latest wardrobe addition.

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they keep up the running joke that when they see me walking down the halls during third hour, they know i’ve been sent to the office or detention again.  because i’ve done something wrong.  again.

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oh seventh graders.  good humor there.

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yesterday, after trying to convince me to let them write on my chalkboard.  and right before i kicked them out so i could get some work done.  we had this gem of a convo:

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funny student #1:  we saw your brother today.

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me:  oh yeah?  which one?

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funny student #1 and #2 simultaneously:  ethan (hee hee hee)

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me:  oh yeah?  (you can tell i was super interested)

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funny student #2:  yep

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funny student #1:  he gave us ice cream (ethan sells senior ice cream at lunch time)

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me:  oh, did you buy it from him?

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funny student #2:  (downcast face) yeah

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funny student #1:  but i touched his finger when i gave him my money!

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me:  (rolling eyes… exerting extreme effort not to burst out laughing…) oh.  that’s… cool.  i guess…

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funny student #1 and #2: (sigh) yeah.

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end scene.

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oh to be young again.

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but then seriously.  who can blame them?

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*photos taken by levi rehrig of rehr designs.