With one of my classes right now - like I have been for the last, oh, five months since I was GIVEN them. They’re like the re-gifted fruitcake you get for Christmas: terrible.
In their class today, I got chalk on my shirt - my pink iron-free shirt. It wasn’t white chalk. No. That might have been less terrible. There is blue, green, and red chalk on my pink iron-free shirt.
After their class though, I went to C’s 5th grade class, and they made me feel better about life. She’s right - I do need her classes. If only she knew how right she was.