Ten little hands flipped over ten sheets of paper, and for the next three minutes, my class was hard at work on differentiated math timings.
Then..."STOP!"
"YES! I DID IT! I FINISHED MY TIMING!"
Joseph* sprang out of his chair with his timing held high above his head.
"Nof-air, how did you finish that one so fast?" a classmate asked.
Joseph turned to her earnestly. "Well, maybe you should just pray to finish it next time, like I did."
