Today, I was pleasantly surprised by a gift of two handmade bookshelves from one of my students. He shall forever be known as a bookshelf boy.
Except it wasn’t really a surprise, because he told me all about it. He built the shelves himself for his Eagle Scout Project – hence why they turned out a bit crooked in nature, perhaps matching the head of its recipient.
But also – even though I didn’t really need the bookshelf, it was the thought that counts. The love language of “acts of service”, which remains my highest. I will forever appreciate it as a lasting memory of him in my first IB class.
I’m debating whether to flip them on their side to maximize their capabilities as both shelves and perhaps side tables, but we’ll see.
