Not so perfect, not so young

Tuesday, March 27, 2007


I walked into a grade one classroom to get a student for speech evaluation recently, and the whole class was crowded around a cage to look at a bunny someone had brought in. The scene was a bit chaotic. Before I could find the student I was looking for, a little boy with ridiculously messy hair came up and demanded to know who I was.

"I'm Mrs. Atkins," I said.

"No you're not!" he accused as he marched away and began swinging from the coat rack.

"You're Mrs. Nobody!"

I'm having days like this quite often lately.