Pretending To Be a School Counselor

Who is yelling out in the hallway? The child asked. She is in the counseling office, where I pretend to counsel. I am actually teasing children into playing in sand or drawing pictures. Why don’t you go look? I suggest. Report back to me. She says, “The boys with the breakfast carts are fighting; they are loud.” “The principal will soon be out here to take care of it,” I tell her. I smack my right fist into my left palm. She begins to smile. First smile anyone has seen all day. It is a start.