The scene: a school library. Busyish lunchtime over, a few students in the library on study periods etc.
Polite young Year 7 boy clutching a novel: Miss?
Miss, can I please have a late note?
Um, for what?
To get into class...
(I check the time: it's 25 minutes AFTER the end of lunch bell)
Lunch finished quite some time ago.
So I was reading in one of the seats upstairs Miss, and I didn't hear the bell.
He looks sorta apologetic, and rueful, and what the heck? Isn't it great to know he was so comfy and happy (in the seats we have scrounged and recovered and set into a reading layout) and had so disappeared into the world of a book that the world beyond didn't register? Yup. It is. A lovely compliment to the library. He got his late note (with a cheerful explanation for the teacher). Not that it would be good to be writing them every day, but he was genuine and it was a delightful moment.
The happy life of teacher librarians: best late note ever?
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