Kwame came to my office door, when he should be in homeroom.
I tell him to go back to class.
He said, 'but teacher, I have something for you' with his hand behind his back.
I walk to him.
He hands me flowers and says, 'Happy Valentine's Day!' and runs away.
The day before. I was making Kwame do his science that he did not want to do and he looked at me and said, 'I hate you, Tr. Maddy.'
I said, 'That's ok, we still have to finish.'
Turns out he doesn't really hate me;
deep down I am his favorite teacher :)
