For best sad face during a very happy moment.
As a special education teacher, I make an effort to like, care about, and enjoy all of my students. Some of my students make it easy, and some make it very, very difficult. One student in particular comes to mind.
This is the student who when asked to please raise his hand before speaking, replies that he thought it was a free country.
This is the student who while during a test, pretends to have the hiccups. Very loud and obviously fake. When asked to stop, replies that he can’t help it, while turning his head to hide his grin.
This is the student who when the hiccups stopped getting enough attention, began to say the answers loudly, but under his breath. When he grew tired of that, he began to hum.
This is the student who when you turn around to write on the board, calls you the b-word. Loud enough for the students around him to hear, but not you. When questioned, he replies that he said he had an itch.
This is the student who when being told that he was assigned detention, replied that his mamma ain’t gonna make him go. He was right, his mamma didn’t make him go.
This is the student who came up to me and told me that he was moving. Moving, to another state. And as I bent down to talk to him, an appropriately sad look on my face, inside I was dancing. A tap dance. A gleeful dance of joy.