One day, one of my favorite students (yes, I have favorites. Four of them. And then there’s a second tier. Moving on!)–anyways, one of my favorite students stopped by my desk before class. “Teacher! Lunch, soccer, play?”
So we did.
Problem: I am a fairly intense person. I don’t stop being intense just because there are middle school girls around me. (Honestly, it’s probably more the other way around most times.)
We had a solid few minutes of decent sand-court soccer.
And then I knocked her down.
Later, she came by my office. And showed me the huge swath of skin that was all red and raw, right below her knee. Probably about the size of my cell phone.
So I gave her candy.