He had missed a lot of tests while he was remote. Homework, too. Pretty much done nothing for many weeks, and his grades showed it. Now he was working hard to get caught up.
He fished around in his backpack and pulled out a few papers: test corrections for a make-up test that he had scored poorly on. He held the papers out. I slipped them under the laptop with the other papers that need attention before the end of the day. He turned to walk to his seat.
“You ok?”
I looked up. He was looking at me.
“What’s that?”
“Are you ok?” he asked with a smile on his face. (He has a disarmingly sincere smile.) “You look tired.”
I chuckled. “Yes, I’m tired. It’s been a hard year for all of us.”
He nodded.
It’s nice to have him back in the classroom.