Gone, But Forgotten

A counselor was asking me about the progress of a particular student in my class. Or, at least she thought the girl was in my class. I hadn’t had the kid in a year now and as far as I knew, she had graduated. That is when she went, “Oh,” and shuffled through this big stack of manila folders she was lugging around. Then she stumbled away, mumbling to herself.

Poor soul—the workload was getting to her. It’s happened to the best of us. At least she’s only a year off. I’m sure she’ll get back on track though. Now if she asked me if I was planning to watch the final episode of M.A.S.H., then I would have been more worried.