Memory Lapse

So after a long MLK three day weekend (or as I like to call it: milk weekend) of being terribly sick, I returned to work and had this story waiting for me: On the previous Friday (when I was NOT work, but rather lying in my bed with a dreadful sore throat), one of my students (a first grade girl, Joyce) had returned from a month long trip in Africa. All the other students were excited about her return, and minutes before her arrival, a darling kindergartener, Charlie, asked my co teacher, "Umm...Who's Joyce?" Realizing that he was being serious, she describe Joyce to him, but only got a blank face in return. (Please keep in mind that Charlie has seen Joyce every day. Monday through Friday. Since last August.)

Finally, Joyce arrived and the kids all welcomed her back and after the commotion died down, my co teacher brought Joyce over to Charlie and said to him, "Here she is! You remember her now, don't you, Charlie?" He looked at Joyce very carefully, shrugged, and then said, "Nope, not really." Then walked away....Just walked. Away. Had noooooooo clue as to who she was.

I love it.