“Tres, dos, uno, demen cinco!” said the Substitute Teacher with no immediate response from a group of riled up six-year-olds. Rather than grow impatient, she drew a deep breath, imagining herself a police at a riot, then repeated the phrase, “TRES, DOS, UNO, Demen CINCO!”. She waited, one hand raised, one finger on her lips, eyes scanning the room. Eventually, the children imitated and raised their hands “in surrender”, to which the substitute, now satisfied, began her day. “Gracias, “Ahora…”
It was a trying day, but the opportunity arose to put it in writing.