In the classroom

I smell moth balls, the girl snapping gum says upon seeing me.

She and the red-haired guy discuss their alphabetical afflictions and related medications, outdoing each other:  ADHD, OCD, ODD, things I'd never heard of.  No one listens to the teacher, who patiently taps the chalkboard.

Later, crying, knocking over the desk, the red-haired guy is taken from the room. 

As a substitute aide in the room, I barely glance up from my crossword puzzle.  It being Tuesday, there was nothing to it.