In the middle of the table sits a fishbowl with one fish. However, my kids are focused on what is in front of the bowl - another fish, jerking and flopping in a tiny puddle of water, choking to death. I try not to look at the fish. Instead I scan the room and check the clock. Three more minutes to go.
Some students giggle.
I let them know I am writing them up. Katrina groans and looks away. She gets a referral too. Terry puts his head down on the desk. Mckenzie glares at me in judgment.