Michelle: Miss? I really think I messed up my rough draft so I threw it away.
Me (horrified): What??!
Michelle: Oh, it's okay. Look. I did it over. And it's even longer.
Me: Oh. Phew. Okay then. I hate when you crumple things up (starting to walk away).
Michelle: No. Wait! I have a question!
Me: Okay. What's up?
Michelle: So I don't know how to organize this at all, and I think this project is just not gonna work. I have all these statistics about pregnancy and I just don't know where they go.
Me: We'll find a home for the statistics. Don't worry. It'll be fine.
(A voice from another part of the room)
Katrina: Miss Huth?
Me (to Michelle): Hang on a sec. I'll be right back to help you, okay?
Katrina: Miss? This is ugly.
Me: What? Your rough draft? It's supposed to be ugly.
Katrina: But it's REALLY ugly . . .
Me: It'll be fine. Don't worry. Just don't throw any of it away, okay?
Katrina (heavy sigh): Okay.
(Michelle is now engrossed in conversation with Samantha. I prepare to say something about how she should use her time wisely even if I can't help her right away but as I get closer . . . )
Samantha: . . . so I think if you start off by explaining that teen pregnancy is a significant problem, that will be a good place to use some of those statistics. And that will . . .
Michelle: . . . help my reader understand how important my point is! And it will make them interested in what I have to say!
Samantha: Right. And then, I think you should move your page three to page two.
Michelle (nodding vigorously): Yeah! I see. That makes sense. So then I'll save the solutions part for . . .
Samantha (looking up from Michelle's rough draft): What?
Me: Um, I dunno.
Michelle: Oh, come on, Miss. You know you want to say something.
(Samantha nods in agreement.)
Me (starting to sniffle and dab at pretend tears): Here I thought you were texting and you're actually working . . . It's just that it's so beautiful to see you two working together to solve a writing problem. Samantha, you just helped Michelle so much (choking up) and it's just . . . the way that . . . (sniffle dab) I'm sorry . . . English class is supposed to be . . . I mean . . . I've been waiting my whole career for this experience . . . I'm sorry but it's just so wonderful (dab dab dab sniff sniff).
Michelle (with a heavy sigh and an eye roll): Oh, Miss. Wow. Okay. You probably have someone else who needs help, right?
Me: Oh, I don't think anyone needs my help today. I think I'll just sit here and facilitate.