Irresistable Scribble

There were four of them and they were getting detention. I wouldn't have it any other way. I marched them to the supervisor's office, whom I found was in a meeting. Unfazed, I stood my ground and declared: "I'm not going home until I am assured they are getting detention tomorrow". I think she saw that I meant every word I uttered (that's a glimpse of the new improved wiser me:P I can pull off a stunt like that, something I was never able to do before! Well that's actually just part of the story, the previous boys supervisor changed. She used to scare the boys, but darn she used to scare me just as much!!) She promised they would. One of them was Fahad, a cute boy that I love. But that was besides the point, he went too far this time.

I entered my class this morning and slowly emptied my things- breakfast Tupperware, glasses, mobile and my lesson plan book. My classroom door opened and in came Fahad. I quickly noticed there was a folded paper in his hands. Great, a note from his parents- I thought. I'm not particularly a fan of parents' notes as it is, but today it ticked me off. If anything it made me more determined to go through with detention. It might as well be from his GRANDPA for all I care- I mumbled under my breath. He silently gave it to me and walked out. I slowly unfolded it, my hand ready for the next move which is to crumble it and swish it in the garbage where it belongs.

That plan's all history now. Written in his cutest own handwriting was this:


My heart melted. He was saved!

Looking at his letter, I couldn't help but remember my own 9-year-old self. That was my secret weapon that never struck out. Whenever I'd drive my mom mad (I'd say 3-4 times a day on average) usually an apology and a hug would do the trick. But occasionally my mom would be extra upset that when I approach her for an apology she'd flat-out refuse to accept, declaring that today that wouldn't cut it. Slinking back in defeat I'd go to my room, and squeeze my little brain for a solution. Finally, I'd do the only other thing I knew how to do; get my pencil and paper and start writing her a hearty apology and place it on her pillow. I'd wait for her to get in the room. 2 minutes later, I'd be in her lap getting the warmest hug. It worked like a charm.

And today I know why. Who can resist a cute scribbled apology?