"Ms. Waterhouse, we're like your family, aren't we?"
"Well, no. I appreciate the sentiment, but you're very much not my family."
"Okay, fine. Then we're like... your flock?"
"Yeah! We're your flock! And you're our flockmother."
One of the pieces I tried to write for Making Waves that never got off the ground was a piece about all of the names and titles I've been called as a teacher. I can honestly say that "Flockmother" was not a name I'd ever imagined for myself. I can also say that I was quite touched this morning when my Advanced Drama class coronated me as such.