Her Mother’s Daughter

A ripple of laughter burbled across the classroom, and Bailey felt the heat rising in her face as she turned to face her students. They were bored, for heaven’s sake. Well, she was too.

She looked down at her watch. Twenty more minutes until class was over. Sneaking a quick glance at the window in the door facing the hallway, she made a quick calculation. Mommy was meeting with the yearbook editors now; she probably wouldn’t leave her office before recess.

“You know what, girls,” said Bailey, eyes twinkling, “we’ve worked hard enough today. Let’s do something fun.” She noted with satisfaction that the glazed looks were gone.

Flipping her brown sheitel over her shoulder, she began issuing rapid-fire instructions. “Okay, girls in the first row, you need to make a game incorporating all these dates on the board. Quick! We only have 20 minutes left. Next row, you girls need to make a review game on the material we covered yesterday. Last row, here’s an oaktag, draw something that we can hang up in our classroom summarizing what we’ve learned this past week in historia.”