Homeschooling
It was a bright morning. On the kitchen table, notebooks lay open next to a mug that was still steaming. The pace of study was set
It was a bright morning. On the kitchen table, notebooks lay open next to a mug that was still steaming. The pace of study was set
It was a cold morning. The bus was rattling and fogging up the windows; the seats were shaking as it passed through the traffic circle
It was a gray afternoon downtown. In the direction, the light from the tubes made long shadows on open folders. The hallway smelled of rain and freshly used pens
It was a gray afternoon downtown. In the direction, the light from the tubes made long shadows on open folders. The hallway smelled of rain and freshly used pens
It was recess in the playground of a neighborhood school. The ground had the prints of many, many sneakers and the adults watched from afar, but it seemed
We are in SVT class, the lab smells of alcohol and plants. Microscopes are shining on the tables and everyone is working while Chou is desperately
It was a gray day in the guidance office. The light was cold, there were folders everywhere, and the chair look
At the small neighborhood school, the janitor knows your name and the playground teams form calmly.
The first bell rings and the hallway smells of wet clothes. As you walk in, everyone looks at you funny and whispers your name wrong.
It was the change of classes and the hallway was filled with backpacks and the sound of cell phone notifications.