Norman, one of the pocket-sized 6th graders I inherited this year, is a friendly face in the crowd. Literally. If you happen to lock eyes with him, even accidentally, you are probably in for an ear-to-ear grin and frantic wave. Even if it is a manifestation of extreme social discomfort, it's so precious. Norman is also the only student on earth to ever fist pump at the mention of a math test. Even his weirdest quirks are adorable. During his weekly meeting with Brandon, the Social Worker, Brandon had to step out for a moment. "Okay," Norman replied. "I'll just wait here and do my favorite thing in the world." "What's that?" Brandon inquired. "Talk to myself," Norman answered matter-of-factly.
And talk to himself, he does. I was fortunate enough to eavesdrop on one of these intimate conversations between Norman and Norman this week as he was creating a title page for a paper.
"Let's see," he pondered, mulling over the directions on the proper format for the title page, "should I put my last name?"
"Yes, yes," he replied, confidently. "I should put my last name. I am NOT a superstar."
Oh, Norman. So wise. If only every middle schooler was as self aware as you.
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