Teachers I Teach With Look Twelve

I am not kidding. They look twelve, I say. My friend laughs, she is retired from teaching. Seriously, I tell her. I am serious! She shakes her head, disbelieving me. I am telling her about the youngsters that teach with me. I have a picture of two of them, I tell her. I flip back to May and show here these two. They couldn’t ALL be this young! She says. They are, I reply. These are your TEACHERS? I nod. Good grief! She says. How old is the principal? Sixteen maybe.