Sunday, September 27, 2009

Karma is real.

It's true! How else can you explain what happened to me this past week?

About four (maybe five, it's been awhile so I'm not sure) years ago, I had a class of students that loved me. I mean, I've always have some students that love me, but these kids and I bonded like crazy and it was truly beautiful.

At the end of the school year, I was at Starbucks (I know--the shame!) one morning, and I saw this amazing make-your-own-travel-mug thing. Cool!
I bought it with one thing in mind: have my students sign it for me so I would remember this class forever.
It was amazing. It was perfect. It made me happy on sad mornings. It was one of the things that I would consider grabbing if my house was on fire and I had five minutes to grab the really important things.



When school ended, during the first 2 weeks of summer, I ran a
Reading Camp.

I took my cup to school one morning, and then I forgot it. I must have forgotten about it for several days, and when I remembered, camp was over, and I couldn't bring myself to go back up to school-- it was SUMMER vacation. I called the school secretary to let her know, and I figured I might find it around the house, or that if it was at school, anyone would read that it said "Mrs. Russell" about a hundred times on the side, and someone would put it in my teacher mailbox in the office. No one did.

School started, and I searched the conference room cupboards above the sink. I searched everywhere it might be. I had to accept that it was gone. I even tried to tell myself, "I remember the kids and they remember me, and that's enough."

On Thursday, I was cleaning/organizing the teachers' lounge, because it gets really junky. People leave the chairs pushed out, and stray papers on the tables, etc. It only takes a few minutes to make the whole room look much nicer and more inviting. As I was cleaning, I opened up a cabinet, and what should I find on the bottom of it, but my prodigal cup!

There it was!

And because the lid was MIA, and because who knows where that cup had been, the inside paper got extracted, scanned to protect against future loss, and then reinserted into a brand-new beautiful cup.

Ta da!



So, see? Karma must be real, because if I hadn't been cleaning and organizing the teachers' lounge out of the goodness of my heart, I wouldn't have found my beloved, missing cup.

Happy Day!

4 comments:

katydid972 said...
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katydid972 said...

You are a good person, Amy! This is proof. :)

Julie said...

Losing something like that would probably make me cry. Finding it years later would probably make me cry again. :) So happy for you!

amy said...

Thanks, ladies-- Happiness all around!


Kathryn-- Your comment went up twice, so I removed the first one. You're sweet to say so.

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