I look at the clock; 4:30.
Where is she?
She isn’t usually this late on a Friday.
I continue doing things around the classroom.
“Are you sure she is still here?” Ms. P. asks.
“Ya, I am sure she wouldn’t leave me.”
“Ok, as long as you’re sure.
I look at the clock again a little later.
5:00
Seriously? Where is she? Aren’t most teachers gone by now?
“Do you want me to give you a ride? I don’t mind.” Ms. P. asks.
“Oh no, it is fine. I am sure she is just busy.”
She sticks around for a few more minutes.
“Ok, well if you are sure, I am going to head out.”
“Ok.”
We say our goodbyes and she walks out the door.
I stick around for a few more minutes.
Ok, I am going to look for her. She has to be here somewhere.
I gather my stuff together, turn out the lights and shut the door.
I walk down the hall and turn the corner
Ms. P., and I nearly crash into eachother.
“I was just coming back for you” she says. It looks like she is gone. No one is around. I am giving you a ride.”
“Oh, ok.” I am rather baffled by this.
How could my ride just forget me? How could she just leave? Am I that easy to forget about?
“That is just so weird. I just don’t get it.”
I’m sorry Kim. But I don’t mind giving you a ride.”
It is weird that I was just forgotten like that. It has happened before. It is not a great feeling I must say. Thank goodness for people who remember me.