ralph solo

Baby, could you shut up? Cause I don’t need you to come up with excuses

My Latin American History professor didn’t show up. Right now my classmates are staring at the clock waiting for him to be 15 minutes late so we can leave. 

Whenever this happens I get in the mood to read Flying Solo by Ralph Fletcher. It’s a middle grade novel about a sixth grade classroom trying to get through the day when their teacher doesn’t show up, and neither does the substitute. It’s one of my favorite middle grade novels because all the students are complicated and they are all intelligent in their own way. 

(Update: It’s been fifteen minutes. Everyone is leaving.)