Here I am, filling out papers for parent-teacher conference, and thinking about one of my students. I know his family. They are great. I worked with his grandparents and some of his aunts at summer camp for five years. ...this was when I was in college/early in my career. And camp work... well, it's like joining a super-happy cult. I was and still am a totally good girl, but we did crazy stuff at camp. Not bad-kid crazy... just pure crazy. I really hope Grandma isn't telling Student stories about me.