A day in first grade…

We are thriving. We are not.

There is a spider. Now no one is thriving.

Now someone is crying because the spider had a life. It’s a whole thing.

“Why do you have a chicken nugget in your pocket?”

Someone is crying under a table.

Two people are arguing about something that happened yesterday.

Me: “Give me five.” Them: no.

Me: “Track me.” Them: also no.

“Wait… is what you are about to say on topic?” …no.

I answer one question. Now there are five.

“I love this story. Tell me later.”

Who is tapping their pencil like that.

Why are you cutting your shirt.

We have lived three full days. It is 9:17.

And somehow we read, we write, we keep going.

And tomorrow, we do it again.