monday, monday

This is my Monday morning conversation with my second class:

“Good morning, everybody. It’s incredibly quiet in here. Did you all have a good weekend?”

“It was ok. How was your weekend, Ms. Pullin?” (from the unofficial spokeswoman)

“Not bad.”

“You missed us though, didn’t you?”

“Of course I missed you all. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

“Because we’re your favorite class, right?”
“Oh, you know you’re my favorite class. I love you the most.”

“Yeah, you probably say that to all your classes.”

“How can you say such a thing?”

Just in case any of my students reads my blog, I won’t say who is my favorite class (but you know it’s really you, don’t you?)