I made it. The last parent-teacher conference. Friday. After having a night of a dozen for my students. Then Tornado E’s. Then Tornado A’s. Finally Friday Tornado S’s.
And I had a plan.
Like the other two, I rushed out of school and drove as fast as I legally could to get to the boys’ school. I would make it with mere minutes to spare, meeting my mom and Tornado S. Tornado S and I would have our meeting. My parents would drop off the other two boys on their way to the football game. The boys and I would have delicious BBQ before going back to the school for the Book Fair/Dance/Chili Cook Off. Then books, soda, friends.
Except Tornado S and I waited. And waited. And waited. And waited.
I texted my mom to let her know the issue.
30 minutes later. The parent-teacher conference before us ended. Awesome. And I asked the secretary if Tornado E and Tornado A could wait in the lobby if they were dropped off before we were done.
And it goes like I expected. Tornado S is a sweet kid. He’s bright and oh-so-smart. She tells me how she can see it in his face when he’s following her, when he’s thinking, when comprehension dawns on him. We discuss his testing results. She already has plans for him.
Me: Has he told you what he wants to do when he grows up? The science stuff?
The Teacher (The official science teacher of 5th grade): Why! No! Tornado S, what do you want to do when you grow up?
Tornado S: I want to study Tesla’s work. I think I can finish his work and make electricity from his (looks at me for the word but I just smile) things. I’m going to make electricity out of the air and give it away. Like Tesla.
The Teacher looked at me, surprised. I smiled and shrugged.
The Teacher: You’ll have to tell me when you do that.
Me: Are you kidding? The world will know.
Tornado S beamed.