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.
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