Dear Ms.

You meant a lot to me. You were nice to me. You were my best teacher in this school.

You meant a lot to me because of my grades. I am lucky to have you as my teacher. I am lucky to even pass 5th grade.

You were very mean though because this month I had to sit outside my group. I ignored that though because I care about you.

I hope you have fun with your next class. You are the best teacher ever. I will always think of you.

Your Friend,
C.E.

Allergy Season 1998: Kleenex brand tissue was my friend. I blew my nose a lot.

One day after I blew one of my students raised his hand. I nodded my head at him, a signal that he could speak.

He stood and said — apologetically — “Miss, could you please not blow your nose anymore? It’s disgusting!”

I gave him a half-smile, shrugged my shoulders and agreed — also apologetically. “You’re right, Jesus. It is.”

He beamed. So did all of his classmates.

“Tell you what,” I said. “I won’t blow my nose anymore. We’ll just let the snot run all over my face.”

Several seconds of unprecedented silence followed. Jesus slowly sank into his seat. “Never mind,” he mumbled.

Today: Allergy Season 2006: the scene replays pretty much word-for-word — and the kid’s name?

You guessed it.

Jesus.

{I wonder if they’re related?}