M walks through the door and is excited:
M: Guess what Mr. C.
Mr. C: What?
M: They found my Dad.
Mr. C: Oh really?
M: Yeah.
Mr. C: Where did they find him?
M: The insurance company called my foster Mom, and they said they are going to call him and see when he is free so we can schedule a lunch or something.
Mr. C: that’s great Michael.
M: Yeah, and I got some questions I want to ask him.
Mr. C: I understand.
M: I haven’t seen him in 17 years.
Mr. C: That’s your whole life.
M: Yeah, I don’t even know what he looks like.

It is times like these that I feel for and really understand my students.


Is Santa fo Real?

A conversation about the Legitimacy of Santa:
K: I swear I never thought that Santa wasn’t real. I was upset.
Mr. C: How did you find out?
K: I was sleepin’, and I heard a noise, and I got up around 2 o’clock, and I was all excited, ya feel me. I was like “Santa down there with my presents.”
And I went downstairs and my Uncle was down there eating cookies.
And I was like: “Those cookies are for Santa!”
I was hot bra.
Mr. C: I bet you were.