It took me longer than you’d think to figure out where all of the sticky notes had gone. I’m sure his teacher was a little confused, too.
I have at times been forced to copy phone numbers onto old student Scantrons, which I can somehow always lay my hands on, using a highlighter. I have, at times, marked essays with a crayon because the pen that I was using disappeared as I was using it.
Is it wrong that I’ve taken to hiding my favorite pens in the bag that I always take to work? If it is, I don’t want to be right. Because I want to be able to write.
See? The children have driven me to bad puns.
Since we’re on winter break and I won’t be back to teaching until after you read this column, my precious pens are out on my desk. I want to warn them that their lives here, with me, will likely be brutal and short.
But I’ve held my tongue. We’ve had a lovely day together, my pens and I, and I don’t want to ruin the spell.
Adrienne Martini is a freelance writer, instructor at the State University College at Oneonta, mom to Maddy and Cory, wife to Scott, and author of “Sweater Quest.” Her columns can be found at www.thedailystar.com/parentingimperfect.