A half-dozen handmade birthday cards from my students.
A handmade party hat from Mr. Texas-Drawl.
Two electronic birthday cards.
A bouquet of roses.
Two dozen cookies.
One felt-tip marking pen.
Lunch (a tuna salad sandwich from the Principal).
Dozens of well-wishes from all of you.
Cindy came into the classroom very early this morning. She was carrying a brown paper bag. She said, “Ms. A., you know how you said you didn’t want us to get you any presents because you couldn’t take them with you to Hawaii?”
I nodded, eyeing the sack. Cindy continued, “Well, I thought about getting you chocolate, but you always say, “no candy,” so –.” She held the sack out toward me, “I got you this.”
I reached for the bag. She jerked it back. “My mom said you might be insulted. Please don’t be insulted.”
“I won’t,” I promised, and held my hand out for the bag. Cindy let go reluctantly. Inside was a granola bar and a Slim-Fast beverage. I thanked her, told her I had forgotten my breakfast, and proceeded to enjoy my snack. She was well and truly pleased with herself.