Lost Feet

“It’s a T-Rex. 
He’s looking for his lost foot.”

I’ve been adjusting to my class of nine boys and one girl for over two months now.
It has been good.
Hard, but good.

I feel like I’ve said that a lot the past month.

Meal times are loud.
Most of them know one volume:  LOUD.

And Miss Rachel is not loud.

But then they work so hard to use their words instead of punch.
Or take a deep breath.
Or encourage their friend.
They’re a big group of encouragers those ten.

And they can make some seriously rad dinosaurs and sharks out of anything.

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