"All the other classes are playing. Last day of month." Kevin had an expression halfway between offended and desperate. "It's not fair."
Jinu, in the front row, squirmed his discomfort, and tried to peer out the classroom door, down the hall, toward these other classes allegedly playing.
"Fair?" I asked. "This class really hasn't earned play time," I said. This went over most of the kids' heads – earn isn't a word they've likely learned yet. I tried to simplify. "You're a bad class. Bad!" I said this with a little too much conviction. They shrank back in their seats.
"OK, then, where were we?"
What I'm listening to right now.
Gary Wright, "Dream Weaver" (1975).