Wednesday, January 24, 2007
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.
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