Yesterday was my last day at school. I spent the morning cleaning off my computer, and then left around 11:00 to finish packing. A group of my former 6-1 boys were playing soccer in front of the school when I walked out and they shouted hello.
"Teacher," they told me, "we going to middle school now."
"I know," I said.
"Where are you going, Teacher?"
"I'm going to America," I told them.
"Well, I'm from America. My family is in America."
They huddled together for a quick consultation and finally the most advanced boy asked, "So, Teacher not Canada person?"
Turns out, my ENTIRE school thought I was Canadian all year.