Ms. Hinds Worst Day
The classroom buzzed with the faint hum of the air conditioner, the late afternoon sun streaming through the blinds and casting long, golden streaks across the desks. Jenny sat at her table, a stack of math quizzes in front of her, the red pen in her hand poised over the next paper. Tiffany sat across from her, legs crossed under the chair, her own pile of papers neatly organized. She’d offered to stay after school to help grade, and Jenny couldn’t deny the extra hands were a relief. “This one,” Tiffany held up a quiz, squinting at the name in the top corner, “says the area of a circle is pi times the radius squared, but they multiplied it by two instead. Should I mark it wrong or give them partial credit?” Jenny glanced at …