Short & Sweet

I have a student whom I will refer to as Quick Question. Nearly every single day, Quick Question raises his hand, calls me over to his seat, and says in the most nonchalant manner possible, "Yeah. Ms. Meeson. I have a quick question." He never makes eye contact when he says this, but instead looks at a book lying open on his desk... or at the screen of his laptop, where there's an assignment he's meant to be working on. And then, as I squat down or bend over to see what's proving to be problematic for him, he'll point to a random paragraph and say so incredibly smoothly, "So, how is your day?"

"My day's going pretty well," I'll usually respond. "How is your day?"

"Oh, my day's good."

And that's his question. Every time, that is his question.

I love it! Even though I know it's coming, it cracks me up each time he asks me.

Quick Question didn't ask me about my day today... which means I'm going to have to give him a hard time tomorrow. Or, as I do every once in a blue moon, beat him to the punch!