Class....

I'm sitting in the front of my class. Legs crossed. My foot has allowed my white, high heel to slip off. I'm supposed to be teaching about topic sentences, but instead I have them working in their books. Today I'm unmotivated.

The classroom is quiet, apart from the mild whispers and occasional giggle. They're all dressed in dark colors and hoodies. Except for the older student in the front on the far right, and the boy directly in front of me. She is wearing a bright pink top, and he a red t-shirt. They stand out of the crowd.

We are all awaiting lunch. The readings we covered talked about different cultures and food. Now we are faced with growling stomachs. One student who doesn't seem to get the work assigned nervously kicks her feet instead of asking for help.

I can hear yawns as I type this and pages flipping. I don't like this class -- not the students -- but the subject matter. Soon I will stand up and have them read each one aloud. They hate doing that.