![]() ![]() They will take it around and show it to other students and if I’m lucky, they will proudly show it off to me. When they find one that they are particularly proud of, they show it off. As a result, I have observed the birth of authentic conversations as they check with each other to decipher, compare, contrast, collaborate, and finally agree on things as simple as one sentence. What we place on the walls of our classroom tells our students, or any other person who enters the room, what is valued most, and what we should value most in our classrooms is student work.Īround the classroom, I have learned to keep open invitations for students to collect and share tiny portions of their favorite words, sentences, lines, pieces, etc. I’ve learned that is most definitely not the way to go. I used to think that covering your walls with helpful teacher-store posters was the way to go. A hunger I’ve seen before.The writing on the walls of a classroom can tell a lot about the classroom and the kind of learning that takes place. His eyes bore into me with a heat that I recognize. “Understood, Kitten.” he replies, his voice low and rough. He carefully, dispassionately considers me. It clenches and releases as he chews on what I’ve said. His jaw works under the taught skin of his face. It could easily be one he manages with an iron fist. He minds the coffers and the coins all have PMS. I’m mouthing off to a Stable Boy from The Hive, a guy whose job it is to keep women in line, doing what they’re told and making the very testy, very violent men at the top of his food chain happy. This is a moment in my life when I seriously wonder if I’m going to get slapped. “And next time you try and remember that you’re not my pimp, I’m not one of your girls and if you want my help you’ll watch the way you talk to me. He rises to leave but I stand quickly as well, leaning over the table and shoving my finger in his face. “Next time I expect you to act a little friendlier and remember that we would like to get out of here before we die.” We stand huddled together against the cold and the uncertainty of everything tomorrow will bring.” Vin nods his head beside mine and buries his face in my shoulder. I lie to us both and I hope it makes it real. I know no such thing, but I want it to be true and I can tell he does too so I tell him that it is. “You’ll come back for us, Vin.” I whisper in his ear. He lets me go and I stumble back from him. On us.” I whisper harshly, pushing at him aggressively. I lean closer, no longer being pulled but rather pushing against him until our faces almost touch. It’s something I understand, something I can respect. The hard ass who lived on the outside by the skin of his teeth and grit under his knuckles. His breath is coming even and hard, sharp inhales and exhales that burst against my face leaving my skin freezing in their absence. I’m spun around roughly and pinned against Vin’s chest. I turn to leave him standing there in the cold beside the words I wrote to Ryan, words that have gone unnoticed and feel like nothing in the night. You were never even here far as I’m concerned.” You’ll be nothing to no one and won’t that make life easier for you? So go on and go, you coward, and don’t ever look back because there’s nothing to look back on. And if you do this, if you go and pretend we don’t exist, then I’ll pretend I never knew you. “You want me to go out there and rally the troops, bring them back here riding on a tall white horse and save the day? I’m no hero. “What the hell do you want from me?” he whispers fiercely. She can yell at me all she wants, but she knows just as well as I do that no one will come here to help.” They’ll pass and everyone here is going to either stay here forever or die in a revolt.” They don’t want to rock the boat with the Colonies and the pot isn’t sweet enough to convince them to try. “It’s not going to work, Joss.” he tells me seriously. ![]() “Maybe not, but if I go with you then you definitely won’t.” And just as quickly as I recognized it, I knew what my answer would be. From the moment he woke me up, the second I saw his eyes, I knew. The handle sticks up but the point is hidden. I nod my head as I slip it into my back pocket. If something goes down while I’m gone I want to know you have it.” “Why else have it, right? Keep it with you when you can. “And you delivered.” I press my finger against the tip then pull it back quickly. “It’s so pretty.” I whisper happily, turning it over to test its edge. It is the single greatest gift I’ve ever received. It’s a shiny, sharp trowel with a holly green handle. I frown in confusion then smile in delight when I see what it is. “Merry Christmas.” he says quietly, pulling something from his back pocket. ![]()
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