As I walked my last period class downstairs,

one of the girls stepped off the line.

Ms. Frizzle?

I nodded.

When we were walking upstairs from lunch...?

Uh-oh, I thought, who did what to whom?

Well, you were standing in front of the window and the sun was shining on your hair, and it looked really beautiful.

That has to be the most eloquent random comment I've ever received from a student. And she saved it up all period to tell me. Have I mentioned that I love sixth graders?