Mrs. Eaton has red hair, a green blazer, and glasses, which she takes off and sets on the overhead as she mimes emotions with her reluctant class. Midway through "tristesso" she stops.
"Come on you guys, this is important!"
After they're done she asks me to introduce myself, and explain why I'm in class. A girl with a lollipop smiles at me, next to her a boy with a ponytail and a yellow shirt slouches, and in the corner a boy in a navy hat is listening to his iPod. Mrs. Eaton has them play memory, with words like "team" (equipo), "trophy" (trofeo), and "It felt like a success" (?). Instead the students discuss their weekends, and one junior informs me that she hates it when girls cut their hair short. On my right, 6 girls and the boy in yellow open a box of graham crackers. While the teacher speaks, the boy stacks them into little houses, a bored expression on his face. Nobody is taking notes.
Above the door a sign reads:"