Prized pupils

I recently endured a tutoring session at which this boy insisted his pet rat must be present...on my lap. I managed to put up with it for several minutes until the rat crawled up my neck and into my hair. Not okay. We did avoid tears this time, though.




I also had my last lesson at the public school. We practiced "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean" about 20 times for their final concert.

As I was leaving, one boy came up to me with some flowers to say thank you. He had been carefully coached...

Holding out the bouquet, he said, "This is a present...for me!"