I am standing here, writing in my notepad and stealing glances of the material on my desk, as I pretend to look like I'm busy doing something. I have one hour, thirty minutes (one hour, fifteen if you don't count the break) left trapped in a classroom of kindergartners. My communication skills with fledgling students of English is nonexistent, so I sent them to color in their books. Help me. Send help. The TA is sick and I don't know what to do. I'm an impostor! I catch a kid here and there, staring at me, bewildered. Don't worry, tyke. I'm just as confused as you are. Man, I'd love to color right now. Maybe we'd have one thing in common, one thing to talk about. What? You like butterflies? No shit, me too. Pass the pink crayon, will you?
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Are you not allowed to just hang out with them and color? That sounds like the thing to do.
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