School was over. A familiar face from last year’s class appeared in the doorway. He had AirPods in his ears and was rocking back and forth smiling.
“Mr. Hasan!” he called out.
“Norman!”
“You helped me on the test, Mr. Hasan.”
Ok, so this made me nervous. Earlier in the day I had proctored a standardized test. The last thing you want a student to say is that you helped them on a standardized test. We start them. We stop them. We monitor them. But we certainly don’t help them.
“I did … what?” I asked as I walked to the door.
“The math questions, Mr. Hasan. There were a bunch, and I just breezed through them!”
Yep. That’s why they pay us the big bucks.