First day after Spring Break.
They have a test on Wednesday, so they’re reviewing today and tomorrow. The room is quiet with a murmur of some of them working together, leaning over the worksheet, sharing the Desmos graphs of the functions they’re studying.
There’s a picture of our campsite at Ratcliff Lake in the Davy Crockett National forest on the monitor at the front of the room just to the left of a student’s rendering of my mother chasing her boys with a wooden spoon in her hand, a story which seems to have sunk in with at least one of them.
There are three boys chatting up some non-math chat on the other side of the room, as these three often do. But hey, it’s the first day back. No need for me to harass them. The test will be the ultimate judge.