|Father and son|
The cafeteria was bigger. The nice ladies in the serving line asked my wife and I what we wanted, which was definitely a change from the way it was back then. Back in the day, we ate what they put on our tray or we didn't eat.
My wife and I, along with our home-schooled sixth-grader, Logan, arrived at 7:30 am. Our host, Mr. Martin Rodgers, greeted us at the office and escorted us to his classroom. The hallway looked like a smaller-scaled version of 1982, though I know it hadn't shrunk. It felt a bit nostalgic to be back in one of the classrooms where I'm sure I had a class at some point.
In all, I spoke to three English Lit classes and a psychology class. During the first class I was so nervous I'm not really sure what all I talked about. By the time the last class rolled around I was exhausted. I honestly don't see how teachers do it day in and day out.
Exhaustion and nerves aside, I thoroughly enjoyed the experience, and wouldn't trade it for anything. The students were well-behaved and polite. A few asked questions. A few said they wanted to read my books. A couple came by to shake my hand afterwards and thank me for coming. One hung back to tell me I made him want to read.
If I made one connection, said something to reach one person, then the day was not wasted.
|My wife Sharon|
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