I can’t recall if I mentioned I was expecting him–but today I registered a young man from Japan. I thought that was very cool.
But they lost the poor guy! How hard is it to understand, that when you’re–oh, three thousand, is it?–three thousand miles from home, you need a little extra help? I had to send out the hounds to get the poor kid to his school bus after school. You would think the counselor or the ESL (English as a Second Language) teacher would have thought of that. While I’m perfectly happy to help, it was not my job, so I didn’t.
Poor guy. It must have seemed like a magic act–all day long, the bell rang and he hurried from one room to another in a mob of kids. Then the last bell rings, and somehow 818 kids evaporate and the school is echoing and empty…