Just hanging out.
My new favorite place
in front of the school at
dismissal time.
I dislike the phone disembodied and sometimes disconnected.
I like the face to face powerful and immediate.
Just hanging out
to connect with parents
for a quick conference,
for a progress report
for an update
for “a Danielle had a good day”
or maybe not so good day and wondering why.
Just hanging out.
Just to keep in touch.
Student knows that parents know what teacher notices and wonders.
We touch base.
Just hanging out.
It’s crazy. Students everywhere.
Just hanging out.
Jumping off stairs; hanging on guard rails.
Some walking home toting roller backpacks, jackets, and lunch bags
Games of “you’re-it” waiting for the Boys & Girls Club bus.
Kids with popsicles, snow cones, and push-ups purchased from the ice cream guy they aren’t suppose to go to — down the street.
Just hanging out
I talk with the tall kids. The kids that aren’t my students, yet.
“Hey how you doing?” conversations happen.
“What’s your favorite book?” conversations happens.
“Whose your teacher?” conversations happens.
Just hanging out.
My new favorite place.
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