Between 2nd and 3rd periods I usually step outside class and wander the plaza as kids are heading to their next classes. Today I happened upon a group of students who were waiting for their teacher—many of whom are in my 4th/5th block.
So I take a seat next one of my students as he's waiting for the door to be unlocked and we discuss how his faux-hawk could have been used to cut the stress joints in the concrete slab beneath our feet, you know, because that's just me.
So he turns to me and says, "You know, Mr. Cox, you're my only teacher who I could see talking to me outside of class."
Wait! What? Why?
"I dunno, other teachers just don't talk to me outside of class."
Don't they know who you are? They're missing out.