Is there music coming from the classroom next door?
I can barely hear it. Wait. Can I? A high voice that periodically gets drowned out by the chit-chat in class (some of which is related to the test review they’re supposed to be doing, some of which is … not). There it is again. I don’t recognize the tune. It sounds classical. Or operatic.
I walk over to the wall to see if I can hear it better.
Andy looks up at me, waves his funny wave and points to the Sara sitting next to him. She’s looking down at her desk where there’s sheet music laid out with the test review is peeking out from behind.
She’s quietly singing. Reading the music and singing. Practicing for a competition.
She’s a top-notch singer — likely going to state this year. And she’s quite good at math. With that review hidden behind the music, I guess we’ll see how things go with her test in a couple days.