As I arrive at the door, I briefly stop and straighten my tie. I double check that I still have my case in hand, then walk in – the rowdy class inside quickly quieting and standing. The class greeted, then sat. And so the day began. Year in, year out – the same process, different people. Some groups were fun, making me feel comfortable to occasionally share something above and beyond the prescribed syllabus. Others made me wish for better days, believing that there should be another system. Humans aren’t mass-produced machines; I can’t force all of them into the same mould.
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A 5-minute prompt from Writing Club today. The prompt was an image and text combination. Find it on my Writing Club blog here.