Farmers Branch, Texas
“Rawr”. It sounds like the growl of a small animal.
Just quietly in small bubbles of sound, my class keeps saying “Rawr”. Just soft whispers. John. Then James. Then Farhad. “Miss, is this ‘Rawr’?” Showing me their work and roaring quietly. -sigh- I shake my head, thinking, I am not extending this craziness. It might be that it is April 1st. Or maybe it’s because they are sixth graders in the spring. Maybe they know I’m ready for this Friday to be o-v-e-r.
“Miss, where did I put that ‘Rawr’ answer sheet?” roared Christian with a straight face. “Rawr,” answered Farhad barely lifting his head from bent over his class work.