10 years old...(by Michael)
I sat in my classroom at my desk this morning, preparing for the day's lessons. The room was quiet, only the clicking of my keyboard filled my head alongside the thoughts of what I was planning for the day's lessons as well as the ever present thought of my family. From the hallway there was the usual flurry of occasional activity as teachers and 5th graders (getting ready for patrol duty) rambled through the building and past my room. As I completed putting a thought onto my screen I heard a faint knock on the door and then the voice of a young boy, 10 years old; one of my former students from last year say, "Mr. Casten". I turned and was a bit surprised to see him as he stood in my doorway. On any other day his face was usually bright, carrying a smile only he could pull off, his eyes usually twinkled their blue color against his somewhat overgrown blond hair. He, being the person he is, usually is quite animated...all of these qualities of the boy d...