Tonight I learned that a student from my very first class, a former second grader who I taught twelve years ago, is modeling a line of clothing that was designed and manufactured by my friend and his partner.
That is a damn small world.
I can’t get over it. I’m sitting here, staring at photos of a woman wearing clothing designed by my friend, and I can remember teaching this woman how to add with regrouping like it was yesterday.
And now I am feeling a little bit old.
My little second grader is now modeling high-end fashion?
I still can’t believe it.
