Sitting here with a room full of kids all around me… trying not to live in my head.
“Boy A… sit down and finish your work.”
“Boy B… read this over again and check your spelling.”
“Girl C… yes, you can go to the washroom.”
Checking my email. Finding a pen to write down an item for my grocery list… never mind, I’ll make a list on my phone instead. Responding to a text.
“Boy D… yes, you can go to the nurse. You don’t look well.”...