DOWN FOR TWENTY
Ben Walsh stared out the window just wishing the damn clock would run a little faster! Less than fifteen minutes away from a three day weekend! The sun was out and it was the first warm day of the spring, at least seventy degrees by mid afternoon. Ben glanced again at the slow moving clock on the wall as old man Goldstein rambled on about the Trojan Wars. “This is a topic that will certainly come up in conversation,” Ben said to himself while shifting uneasily in his seat. His mind was about as far away from world history as you could get when there was a soft knock on the class room door that brought him back to reality. One of the hall monitors walked over to Mr. Goldstein’s desk and dropped off a …