Don’t be sorry, I’m sorry.

He raised his hand. I was talking, greeting all my students first thing in the morning, I finally got to him. Yes M… “Mrs. Y, umm, I have to tell you something.” Oh boy, what happened. He looked and sounded nervous, poor kid. “Sure honey, what is it?” He relaxes, a little.

“Umm, we’re moving and it’s kind of like a surprise for us, so I umm have to go to a new school, umm so I won’t be in your remote class anymore. I’m really sorry.” Please do not be sorry.

(stab in the heart) He’s sorry? How sweet is that? He’s sorry. Oh my goodness. And he was so nervous to tell me!

We talk some more, he seems okay. Mom emails me. Truth, they’re moving. I will truly miss this kid. I’ve only known him via remote learning since October, but he is really, really a joy. So sweet, caring, patient, works hard, everything I would want in a student. And he’s sorry? No honey, I’m really sorry.

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Marcela

Buenos dias! Born in Bogota, Colombia, moved to Nashville, TN at 4 years old, learned English in Kinder, live in the Chicago area with husband and our 3 handsome Colombian muchachos and love being an ESL teacher.

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