You are inadequate. It resounds in my head today.
Inadequate. Outta Control. Volume explosion. Silence amiss.
My third grade elementary class has made me feel inadequate. In every sense of the word. My class arrives 10 minutes late every time we meet. Today I spent the next 15 minutes trying to get them to just pay attention to me and the screen. I sat in silence for a few minutes. I stared them down. I yelled be quiet. Shhhhhhh!…