The arrival of a note releasing a kid from class is always worth a moment of silence. Reverence and longing, you know.
The note came. It was for a student who was not in my class. (Probably got the room number wrong.)
One of my students, very dry humor, name of Christopher: Ms. Kudu, who's the note for?
Me: Don't worry about it. It's not for you.
Chris: It might be, and you're hiding it from me so I'll finish these embedded quotes first. C'mon. It's for me, isn't it?
Me: Only if your name is Kristina.
Chris (completely deadpan): That's pretty close. I should probably go.
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