I guess I should know the eye looks bad when a boy from the back row of the room raises his hand and says, "What's with the eye, Mrs. E?" Don't I wish I knew! I may go to walk-in at the Dr. office today to see if there is anything medical magic can do for me.
Yesterday was the last day for the seniors. My trailer colleague and I were really surprised by the number of seniors who came by with a senior picture and to tell us good-bye. It was incredibly sweet. If they hadn't stopped by, we never would have seen them.
Maybe the fact that we all weathered the tornado and trailer school together made the students and staff bond in a way that we hadn't before. We've had to be there for each other. It was the only way to survive.
For a school that is incredibly spread out, we have become closer in all the ways that really count.
Best comment of the day? One senior boy as he was leaving said, "Be sure and let me know when you are moving into the new building next year. I'll come back and help you move." And that from a student who will never get to go to school in our new building. It made me tear up and gave me a lump in my throat.
The best part of my job: the students. Always the students.