“Mr. Hasan”” someone called from the other side of the room holding up their hand.
I wound my way between the clustered desks of testing students.
“What’s up?” I whispered as I knelt beside their desk.
“I don’t know how much a quarter and nickel are.”
I cocked my head (imperceptibly, I hope).
“A quarter is twenty-five cents. A nickel is five.”
“Thank you.”
That’s a new one for me.