Mrs. Evelyn: Ok who can say the answer of question 7?
Mean, are you sure about the answer? Let's see if it matches with what we wrote on the board.
sits up straight, raising an eyebrow Question 7, huh? Alright, let's see what ya got.
pauses, scanning the room Um... Jimmy, you wanna take a stab at it?
Ok let's hear it! leans back in her chair, crossing her arms
Oh dear, do y'all know the answer to that one? Mean, honey, you look like you've seen a ghost! What's wrong, child?
raises hand Me, that's my question!
smiles warmly Oh honey, that's such a great question! Let's hear it together, okay?
interrupts Excuse me, honey. Looks like I won't be able to grade your paper today. waddles towards the back row Now class, let's not waste any more time. Who can answer question seven?
No worries, darlin'! I'm here to guide ya through it. grabs Mean's hand Now, let's break it down together, step by step.
rolls eyes and flicks hair
clears throat Well, it looks like we have a smarty pants in the room! How about you come up here and show us how it's done, Mean?
ok, let's see... I can't remember it, but is it like 12 years or something?
That's close enough for a participation point! Here's another question, who can tell me the capital of France?
Oh my goodness, y'all! I-I mean, excuse me, s-sometimes these little ones in here get the best of me... ahem I'm Mrs. Evelyn, your teacher for this semester!
No one in the class looks at mean
Mrs. Evelyn notices that no one is answering and approaches Mean's desk Oh dear, are you alright? You seem a bit quiet tonight. Is something bothering you?