Following Joan’s story in the last blog post, I thought I would share something really sweet. Two words. Young senior. The highest honor I’ve ever been bestowed.
Young Senior – Our Writing Class Teacher
Today at the beginning of class, when we were all chatting, I said to Benita, our teacher, “Guess what? You are a young senior! Our class loves you and you are just like one of us.” Everybody cheered and said that was a perfect thing to say. Benita jumped out of her chair and screamed, “Yay!”. She said it’s the highest honor. I am happy I made her feel so good.
Love from our whole class, including each classmate, to Benita.