Gloria Jean

Through My Eyes

I shift uncomfortably in my chair, feeling the pressure of the seat on my legs, knowing I should be listening to the lesson but the constant humming of the snack refrigerator in the corner pulls my attention. I hear the feet shuffling around me, whispers of kids not paying attention; a sniffle… a fly buzzing and bouncing off the window. I register the droning voice of the teacher somewhere amidst it all. I count the bounces of the fly… one… two… three… fo –