Thursday, August 31, 2017
Orientation at the continuation high school. This is the first class that every student who enters the school takes. (So, going in I know that all the kiddos are newbies.)
As they filed in, I stood at the front of the room. It seemed to take forever before the bell rang, but I don't start class until it does. I looked out the door, and I noticed a boy running through the front gate. He was headed our way.
I've mentioned before that the campus is small. The students don't really need the full four minutes they get for passing. At this point, the grounds were mostly empty except for the boy, who vaulted over the railing in front of the classroom.
He darted into the classroom and slid into a seat.
"Five. Blocks. Six. Minutes."
He was out of breath.
And the bell still hadn't rung. He had made it on time. Apparently after leaving very late.
He told his fellow classmates that he had run the entire way.
He turned to me and asked if he could go and get a drink of water. Which, of course, I let him get. So, he darted out to get it.
While he was getting the water, the bell rang to start class. (I still counted him on time. After that, he deserved it.)