Small classes can be harder than big ones. Any veteran teacher will tell you that. Sure, the
intimacy becomes intense, but getting there takes hard work. When the tall, blond haired kid approached the teacher with another
blond haired girl in tow, he hadn't even finished his rambling explanation about being placed in the wrong room and wanting to be in writing instead before the teacher jumped on the answer. Yes. One more student made eight. And he was a boy. the only boy.
The boy smiled.
The girl smiled. "I don't like being alone."
The teacher smiled.
They obviously didn't know how much work lay ahead.