Last period of the school year. Last 2 minutes of class. I’m chatting with my students and one of my 8th graders asks,” Ms. Freer, could I get a hug from you.”
I was shocked. But I love my 8th graders so much of course I said yes. The bell rang and we did one of those side hugs that middle schoolers do… then another 8th grader comes up to me and gives me a hug too! NOT JUST ANY KID. This kid hates the school, hates reading, and for most of the year has had a piss-poor attitude.
AND HE GAVE ME A HUG.
My heart melted into a big puddle of teacher goo.
Best. Moment. All. Year.
Sidenote: This kid also said I was the coolest teacher he had in his life. :) AND he wrote that in my yearbook.
I hope they come to visit next year…
