A student looked rushed to get to class. I often offer hall passes to students when they are late, especially when they look as stressed as this young person did.
“How are you?” I asked.
“Late,” he replied.
“Do you want a pass?” I asked.
“No, nobody’s gonna mess with a kid who has cancer.”
I was caught off guard. He went his way. I went mine.
Some things are bigger than being late for third period, huh?