By Levon Perras
I have a feeling of reverence for janitors. When I was little, about first grade, I was goofing off in lunch when I spilled milk on the ground. I was nervous; I felt like I was going to blow up with emotions, but then out of nowhere a janitor came up to my area.
Clank!, Splash!, Dip! The mess was cleaned, and with a wink and a smile, the janitor walked away.
My friends and I were confused. Our views of teachers were not positive. After all, they wanted us to walk in lines and raise our hands to speak. It felt like I was in prison.
But here in the cafeteria, it felt like I was special. The janitor showed kindness to a bunch of rowdy kids making a mess, making their job harder.
I have a feeling of reverence for janitors. When I was little, about first grade, I was goofing off in lunch when I spilled milk on the ground. I was nervous; I felt like I was going to blow up with emotions, but then out of nowhere a janitor came up to my area.
Clank!, Splash!, Dip! The mess was cleaned, and with a wink and a smile, the janitor walked away.
My friends and I were confused. Our views of teachers were not positive. After all, they wanted us to walk in lines and raise our hands to speak. It felt like I was in prison.
But here in the cafeteria, it felt like I was special. The janitor showed kindness to a bunch of rowdy kids making a mess, making their job harder.
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