Posted on: 2017-03-06 by Guest

I was sitting in my Math class, in what should be my usual seat. The tables were arranged differently, in two long rows that, in reality, couldn’t have fit in the room. My usual classmates were replaced with strangers I commonly see during passing period but don’t know by name. We each had a small, black Chromebook computer in front of us. I sat at the very end of one of the rows. The boy at my right- for some reason, I knew he was younger than me by a year- was chatting with the boy at his right. They kept talking nonstop until, surprisingly, instead of my Math teacher, my Computer teacher came into view and shushed them reminding them to work on their Crossword Puzzle projects on Google Docs, which had to be finished by the end of class. In reality, the Crossword Puzzles were only due until next week. The boys fell silent and glued their eyes to their screens. END.