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From Little Acorns Grow ...
I stand in Joanne’s classroom and around, and below me, children bustle around at the start of their day.
I’ve seen her coat peg (luckily labeled to save me remember exactly where it is) and where to put the sandwich box. Last nights homework has been handed in and her bag is in her drawer.
I try to make out the other accents of children and parents. Polish, Arabic, the slight hint of the broad county accent I grew up with.
In most mix of peoples there’s those who do and those who don’t and a mother asks the teacher if there has been any homework recently. Both sets of eyes turn to her daughter as the answer is yes. A quick check of her drawer reveals the stash of work.
“You can go now”, says Joanne pushing me out. I look back and wonder just what these children will do with their lives and where they will end up years from now.
