Friday Afternoon In Fifth Grade

They are raging with excitement; one is twerking. I ignore it. Their voices are increasing in volume now, it is the weekend. Enthusiasm keeps their spirits high; they are thrilled it is Friday. Higher and higher their voices sing the joyful Friday afternoon song. So many sounds from twenty-four excited fifth-graders. Borderline shrieking; it is amazing to hear. I watch, thinking. Future novelists are silent, organizing books in their heads. Future screenwriters and poets are creating scenes in their minds. The busiest ones are not the loudest and proudest. They are not the ones twerking and shrieking. They are the ones listening silently, Studying and learning what human nature looks like.