L is quickly becoming my favorite homeroom student. He's hardworking and smart and goodnatured and he gets along with everybody. And every now and then he gives me a look that makes me think he actually realizes that I am a human being, which is pretty rare among high school freshmen, even the ones who like me. I let him leave his jacket under my front desk during the school day, which is a privilege that no one else has asked for, which is lucky because I am not sure I would say yes to anyone else and then I'd have to confront my favoritism.
Anyway, yesterday I was covering for another teacher last period and the kids weren't really working, and I didn't feel obligated or able to force them to, so I was watching and listening to their social interactions.
First I fell in love with L all over again: a group of kids was gossiping about a fight and S, a goody-two-shoes who lacks social graces and social standing, butted into the conversation to say that she didn't see the point of fighting anyway. The other kids turned and looked at her like she had two heads, and had just opened their mouths to mock her when L basically saved her, saying matter-of-factly, "She's a pacifist. That means she doesn't believe in fighting." Then as kids were mulling that over, he followed up with, "I actually agree with her." And I don't know what happened next, because I had to walk away so I wouldn't grin at him and reveal my schoolgirl crush. Love. That. Kid. So impressed by his maturity and kindness. And vocabulary.
Then, not five minutes later, one of the girls said something I've already forgotten and L replied with a lame macho comment about how big his dick is. I perceived it as a not-very-funny joke, but the girls saw me hear him so I had to make a big show of walking away and pretending not to hear it (which is favoritism again... if it had been another boy I would have likely started a mini-lecture about being appropriate). So I had to scale back my impressions of L's angelic nature and incredible maturity.
He's still my favorite, though.
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