Stripping off clothes
They enter my classroom
Trudging and twirling and yapping from the gym
I need a drink!
I’m going to throw up…
Okay, Go sit by the garbage can.
My head hurts.
Okay, go put your head down on your table.
Can I have BandAide?
As they protrude a little bloodless finger in my face
I can barely make out a thin red line.
No. You’re fine.
I have to go to the bathroom!
Too late. Sit down.
Pouty and tearful they give me a vicious glare
Which I take in stride.
Tap tap tap on my back side.
Little lips are muttering
Little fake tears are trying so desperately to wince out of half shut eyes
Can I go to the nurse? It hurts right here
I’m sorry to hear that but just try your best
and let me know how you feel in five minutes
My theory is right: They forget.
They succumb to the song and the laughter
And once again
The world is working properly
In their little minds
They stopped thinking about themselves for once