Then I got a text....
"I know it's short notice but the Calc kids are presenting their serve and create projects today first, and fourth hour..."
"on my way...' was the only appropriate response.
When I arrived in room 2703, the desks faced each other as the kids had circled up to present. The boys I sat behind, friends of Wade, said hello and continued with their organic conversations.
One by one students rose to tell the class how each had served another and then one by one each student presented his or her creativity. The lessons rich - we all have something to offer - our time, our gifts, our presence. As the students finished, a young lady invited each of her peers to the center of the room. Gently, each young hand placed his or her thumb in a spot of red paint and then added unique thumbprints to a large wooden sign made of pallets. The kids left their mark, and then signed their names.
By the end of the day, the pallet rested full of the marks the students left - on the pallet,
and on their teacher's heart,
and on the heart of this mama, their principal.