by Martin Wiles @LinesFromGod
In every class, I had them. Time watchers.
As I taught the grammar/writing lesson, I watched their eyes dart back and forth like a scared rabbit fleeing from a determined hunter. They looked at me for a few minutes and then at one of my two clocks. The ones who couldn’t tell time by my old-school analog clock hanging on the wall looked at the digital one on my microwave.
