This piece of writing is not from me, but from one of my students, who of course shall remain nameless. It is not even a finished piece, just a quickly-scrawled entry in his notebook. I happened to collect notebooks today and stumbled upon this entry. He had never shown it to me, and I'm not even sure which lesson he wrote it in response to, but it stopped me in my tracks. Something about it was just so. . . honest. So simple and beautiful. So I thought I would share it with my blog readers as well. Names have been changed and spelling has been corrected. :)

Josh is my older brother. He's a sophomore in high school, and that means he has a lot of homework! :( So that means he has less time to see me! :( And now he has soccer every day after school, so I have even less time to see him. But when I do see him it's one of the best things! When I pass his smelly old room, I'm reminded of him, so I push open the door and there he was doing his dumb homework. "Hi," I say. Then he got up and placed his computer on his chair and walked over and rubbed my head and gave me the biggest hug ever. "Hi," he warmly said. I loved that.