Why do they disrupt?
watch me erupt like a volcano.
corrupt an innocent shoulder partner with teenage renegade misconceptions.
pontificate abruptly to the class about the merits of mayo.
voice a once internal monologue aloud rupturing the lesson into regression.
Their urge to interrupt declares me emotionally bankrupt.
Can I get a teaching profession intervention?
No? I guess I’ll hold out for the oh-so-close but elusive panacea of summer vacation.