This kid. Everytime I see him, it’s almost the exact same conversation. He’ll scream at me from across wherever, regardless of who else is around, and ask how I am.
EMILY HOW ARE YOU?
I’m fine, how are you?
… I’m also fine.
GOOD SEE YOU LATER.
His friends egg him on, as do all of the teachers. This kid has no fear. His English is lower level than most of the students that choose to talk to me, he’s a half foot shorter than everyone in his friend group, and because he’s a first grader I’ve taught him a grand total of maybe fifteen times, but he’s fierce – a fierce little hipster kid with glasses, a giant muffler, and a cooler version of a bowl cut.
Today I ran into him twice. The first conversation went almost exactly like the one above, shouted at me as I walked into school slightly late this morning. The second conversation happened just now, after lunch, when I was with two other teachers who speak English well.
HI I AM YOUR BEST FRIEND. YOU KNOW THAT?
Haha yes I do. How are you?
[I wait for the "thank you and you, and it doesn't come, rendering me momentarily stunned.]
DO YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU?
… Um. Yes. Yes I do. Thank you.
Where are you going now?
I AM GOING TO STUDY.
Ah, where will you study?
I WILL STUDY WHERE I STUDY EVERYDAY IN MY CLASSROOM.
Okay. Good luck! Study hard!
He then went to the convenience store to buy ice cream, not his classroom.