It was the middle of December. I boarded the flight as soon as I could (to be sure I had room to stash my bag in the carry-on space). My daughter and Jack waited. There's nothing easy about sitting on a plane with an almost two-year-old as everyone boards the plane.
Even though I boarded early, I stood in my row waiting for my daughter and grandson to board before sitting down for our 5+ hour flight. And because I was standing up, I was recognized.
"You were my sixth grade teacher," was the excited comment I heard from a few rows in front of me.
And there was one of my former students, Kylie, headed home for her Christmas break. I was lucky enough to also teach her sibling, Jillian. The sisters are both in college. How is it possible that "my sixth graders" are now college students? Some are even college graduates and my last two groups are juniors and seniors.
I enjoyed chatting with Kylie a bit on the plane as I walked Jack up and down the aisle. I'm used to encountering former students in our small town, but encountering one on a plane in Washington DC? That was a special seasonal gift!