“Miss Teacher! Look!” The animated voices raised my
suspicions as I turned to see what the commotion was all about. In the doorway
stood Esta, one of the tallest, most mischievous girls in Standard Three, her
outstretched hand displaying a dead rat. The ugly creature, dangling limply by
his tail, caused a wave of interruption to sweep across the mass of
easily-distracted students. Before I could decide what plan of action was best
for regaining control of the zoo, Esta dropped the rat in a watering can near
the door and sauntered back to her desk, proud of the disorder she had caused.
Sometimes I feel as if I am teaching in an 18th-century-one-room-school-house
on the western frontier…
Esta
(Written on the evening of Wednesday, March 19, 2014 – about
Monday morning science class…)
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