made my day today.
This semester, I have a student teacher. In order for her to practice being in charge, I have to absent myself from the room regularly. In order to keep from collapsing under the weight of my own boredom, I spend a lot of time interacting with students in places other than my classroom.
Last week, I visited our In School Suspension to spend some time working one on one with a student I knew needed some extra support.
I entered, pulled up a chair, and had him get out his materials. As he got himself situated, I glanced over his shoulder at the student sitting behind him. I realized it was a student I had a couple of years ago. He was sitting pushed back from his desk and looking at his lap.
We made eye contact and very quietly I said "I kind of want to smack you for being in here."
He smiled uncomfortably and started to pink up.
I continued "And what are you working on right now? Because it looks like nothing."
He sat up straight as he turned deep red, muttered "I'm reading a book" and held up a book.
I asked him what he was reading and he showed me. I said "I'll take that" and smiled.
I tuned back to the student I had originally come to work with and he went back to his book.
This was a good thing to me. I haven't seen or talked to this student in at least a year. We had never been exceptionally close. But we had enough of a relationship for me to know I could say that to him. And he knew me well enough to blush with embarrassment in response. If he remembers nothing else about me or my class, he remembers that I believe he is better than whatever landed him in ISS.