Shelle Benton
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Stories (5/0)
Time in Covid Classroom
Ignorance is supposed to be dead in the classroom, but that is alive and well. The only things that are dead right now are this student's phone and my enthusiasm for the day. It is the middle of the day and nearly time to file out into the hallway to go to lunch. The classroom is bare as is the hallway especially without the resounding voices and movement of restless children. I had just gotten done teaching my 7th grade English class. The fifth new classroom of my career but the first in the presence of COVID. It all had been too much. The internet service errors, the sleeping children, the black screens, the constant texting to the parents.
By Shelle Benton2 years ago in Education
On a page...
I saw blue skies and bright, colorful cars zip past me on a page when I took my first breath. The sky danced with light from an imaginary sun. We all seemed to be living through the colors. That's how we knew whether it was morning or not. We all walked aimlessly and did everything the same way until there was a moment where we were important.
By Shelle Benton3 years ago in Fiction