6th Grade Art Class

Sixth grade comes in singing and dancing, rapping, stomping, stamping. Sounds like a herd of wild stallions, two hundred strong. There are twenty-two of them. Seventeen boys, four girls. I have to ask them to be respectful while I give directions. One, two, three, four, five, seven, eleven, fifteen times. They act horrible. I know now why the regular art teacher has called in sick four Wednesdays. She is here in the morning, before the sixth graders’ class.