My former 6th graders have come back to visit me twice now. They burst into my office on Friday, singing Kpop songs, asking me about my favorite Korean musicians and food and whether I was dating their new English teacher, a rather nice American man who is closer to my father's age than mine. I told them we were only 친구 (friends), but they kept saying, "Miss Cait. Mr. Charles" and making hearts with their hands. Then they demanded a pizza.
It's better than one of my 5th graders though. He told me he was hungry today, and then demanded I give him money. I asked if he ate money and, after giving it some thought, said, "Teacher! Giva me some choc-o-late!"