“Brad….Brad! Did you understand the question?”
“Huh? Uhh, I don’t think I did, Mrs. Gonzales. Maybe you could
explain it again.”
Brad felt his face grow warm as he became embarrassed. The
musical voice of his favorite teacher had just awakened him
from one of his recurring daydreams. The embarrassment wasn’t
caused by the snickering of his classmates. Brad became…