Commentary by Otis Kriegel
It was time for dismissal. I did my best, organizing my class of 23 1st graders into a line with partners. It’s what I was taught to do. Some of them stood still and quiet, listening, while others bounced around, chatting and giggling with each other.
I led them in two lines across the schoolyard to the dismissal area, where they would shake my hand before leaving for the day. I stopped at our “spot” and turned around, expecting to see 23 pairs of eyes focused upon me. But I did not.