We’d gotten a poem, a cookie (giant, freshly baked in our student staffed cafe) and a bag of candies so far for teacher appreciation week. But when I checked my mailbox this morning it was empty. And when my co-teacher checked during last block, still empty. When I was leaving school though, I discovered that the parking lot was filled with messages. Some were written in parking spots (perhaps for specific teachers?) and others on the sidewalk. It was nice to end the day with a smile.