Is this what teacher pride feels like?
2017-Apr-28, Friday 20:41![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dorchadas
On a whim, I looked up my old student Erina on Facebook, figuring that I might be able to find her since I actually remember her last name--her parents got divorced halfway through the semester, and her name went from two kanji that were easy for me to write to one kanji that was impossible for me--and she popped up as the first result.
She's also memorable to me because when I did a lesson about music genres and played the song there under "I hear," she raised her hand after it was done and said, "Na...name please." I later found out she was in a punk band with some friends.
Most of her account is locked down or unused, as is proper, but it does say that she went on to school for graphic design and her profile picture has her sitting in kimono in a Japanese garden. Good for her.
She's also memorable to me because when I did a lesson about music genres and played the song there under "I hear," she raised her hand after it was done and said, "Na...name please." I later found out she was in a punk band with some friends.
Most of her account is locked down or unused, as is proper, but it does say that she went on to school for graphic design and her profile picture has her sitting in kimono in a Japanese garden. Good for her.
