I used to volunteer in our kids’ classrooms on Mondays, helping our son’s third grade teacher with copies and helping our daughter’s first grade teacher with word-sort groups. I worked with a group of three kids in our daughter’s class – a fun, quick little boy who liked to shout out answers, an intense, commanding little girl, and a somewhat serious, quiet little Korean-American girl who, based on her sweet but mysterious smile, I suspect has a rich inner life with just a tiny bit of mischief.
One Monday, I was working hard to prevent the little boy extrovert and the assertive girl from dominating the lesson, as quickly-spoken kids tend to do, and so I asked the quiet girl a direct question, shushing the other two so that she could think and answer. After she hadn’t spoken for a good 20 seconds, I was about to prompt her when…
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