My seventh grade students are the noisiest,
making 4th Period Reading Block difficult.
I enforce silence with
"mandatory individual reading".
Thirty minutes of bliss.
Some kids are your favorites. That happens.
One of my favorites is Oliver.
The kid is intelligent and hilarious.
I catch him staring my way during quiet reading
and I've assumed he has a crush on me.
It's cute, I guess.
One day during Winter term
Oliver approached my desk, at the end of class.
He quietly tells me;
"My big sister has marks on her arms like you do."
I look at the places where
razors kissed my skin
and saw sadness
in a little boy's face.