I had no inkling there was a problem.
The students in my college English class were working in the computer lab, where each station has a wraparound console which affords pupils the privacy they need to concentrate on their writing. But this also means I can’t see everyone at a glance, the way I do in a regular classroom.
So not till I walked to the middle of the room, and then to the very end of a row of stations, did I see the student I’ll call William with his head buried in his hands.
“Are you feeling okay?” I whispered.
No answer. He was shaking.
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I hope one day that the plumber charges those highly educated at least $1,000 to fix their toilet.
ReplyDeleteWell it was due to that great sucking sound going south. No factories no jobs. Hopefully Trump is turning that around
ReplyDeleteLearn a trade, earn a living, then get whatever education you think you want...Poppi.
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