Before even walking up to front door of the school this morning, I heard my name being called. My own John Cena was hanging out in the school lobby (where he shouldn't have been), opening and closing the front doors (which he shouldn't have been doing), calling out my name. I finally walked in the school, ready to gently admonish, when he sheepishly looked at me and said he had a surprise. We walked into my classroom and he told me to close my eyes. Really tight, OK? And then he placed a round piece of greasy, fluffy frybread on my desk. He and his sister, who is also mentally retarded, had made it. It was the most considerate thing a student has done for me.
"It's because you work so hard, Ms. Shyu!" he explained when I gave him a hug. (In the back of my mind, I was thinking that maybe I wouldn't have to work so hard if he didn't roll around on the carpet during instruction.)
But my worldly, killjoy boyfriend spoiled the moment by suggesting my students could be trying to poison me with Ex-Lax (likelier with lard). This is from the same man who threatens to put Nair in the shampoo of his enemies. On the other hand, I don't think it would be particularly wise to eat it, as much as I appreciate (and adore) frybread. I know it's good, because my student told me so as he patted it lovingly with his bare hand. We are off to a good day.
EDIT- Apparently my Bill was not so far off with the Ex-Lax threat. He is indeed a wise and worldly man...
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