On the day of the final, when all of my students were waiting outside the room while I prepared the desks and papers and whatnot, Ping poked her head in the door and called me outside. Ping, Gift, and Kham (and Fang, that hanger-on), had a farewell present for me. Aaaaand if I had just a little more sentiment in me, I would have cried, even if it was grade-baiting.
Here is what they gave me:
First, a beauty sash. Guess which prize I won?
Take that, Ajarn Rob.
The sash had a back, too.
Teacher = me. Me! They love me!
I was also officially crowned the King of English 203, Section 014. Take that, Kwang.
But the real centerpiece was a little poster they made me, which they also signed, yearbook-style, with wishes for the future.
Here it is, with close-ups of everything, including their innocent pleas for A's.
Me (center), with Pig, Monkey, and...uh...Shrimp, I guess.
I really like my shirt, by the way, and I wish I owned one like it. I'll have to ask Matt Schmitz about it.
From Kham (thx)
The adorable meter is already pushing 9.
Notice "Obesity like Ping/Some illness like Kham" in the bottom left. I wasn't lying.