It was the last day of algebra for him. We had been talking about his grade, and to his relief, he passed.
On his way out of the room, he stopped at the garbage can by the door. He was about to throw out the notes he had brought with him, notes about exponential functions and logarithms. Just the kind of stuff you’d throw away with glee, right?
He stopped short and looked in my direction.
“Um… is it ok if I…,” he said as he feigned tossing his handful of notes into the garbage.
I laughed.
“Yes, it’s fine. Have a good summer.”