Thursday, December 23, 2010
Anyway, that wasn't even the worst part of my day...but I won't go into that. If it wasn't for this one student, I would most likely be curled up in the fetal position, listening to Joni Mitchell, sobbing... pathetically.
Students were bringing in little gifts all week for Christmas and I was writing thank-you notes and handing them out periodically. This morning was the last day before break. This wonderfully, kind hearted student came into class today, smiling. Just to give you a little background... last year, this student's father died on his birthday...the anniversary being only a few days ago. They don't have much at home. He walked over to my desk and handed me a package of poptarts. He said, "I wanted to get you something." I gave him a thank-you note later and he proudly put it in his pocket and carried it around. When I asked him if he was doing anything special over break, he told me he was happy because the church brought over a box of food. This student gave me poptarts, most likely a part of the food box that his family was given. He gave me what is most likely a treat to him, something he doesn't normally have. He literally gave me what he had.
That's what this season is about.
Honestly, after crying, I contemplated giving up veganism to eat these poptarts. Instead, I think I'll have them framed or preserved in some way. Ha.
Posted by Megs at 4:56 PM