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Never

They came in as they always do, in pieces and noisily.
“Yo Mr. Sub.”
Me: Yo.
They sat in their seats and I sat in mine, then something remarkable happened, they started living their lives right in front of me. Signaling symbols, laughs and gentle pushes, eating and drinking and sharing and sleeping. Jokes about today, jokes about the weekend, jokes about always. Makeup, flexing, nodding, smiling, laughing…lots of laughing.
I just sat there and got lost in the beauty of it. Suddenly I realized they were all staring at me.
“YO Mr. F when’s class gonna start?”
Me: If it were up to me, never.