Phrontistery Of Monster Kind - Six Feet Deep

Chapter 38

As a treat before the final exams, and to ensure that the students gained a break, each year got together on their own time to practise how to dance. These classes ran for about an hour and a half during our dedicated homeroom period that we had once a week. We snagged the gymnasium because of Chiro's medical condition. We didn't inform the administration that the woman wouldn't 'e present, and instead, her and most of the staff would be relaxing elsewhere. Mors decided it was best to allow his staff some much needed me time. He didn't require the help wrangling the students like the other year coordinators, and at one point told me that the other teachers would get in the way if they were there.

The older the year, the less you had to teach them. "They retain some of the memory of the slow dances and for the rest we allow them to do whatever they want as long as it's appropriate. I tend to just let them dance to whatever playlist Mr Galloway made up that year."

"Who made it this year since he's frozen?"

"Enu and Deertria."

"You allowed students to make it?"

"Walton checked."

I didn't tell him it was just as bad. Might have been safer to just reuse the old playlists or do a throwback one for the teens.

The gymnasium was alive with energy as students moved to the beat of the music blaring from the speakers. Some students were dancing in groups, while others danced alone, lost in their own worlds. We provided a heads-up in the morning notices so they all headed down here instead of their homerooms. You could tell who had a free hour and a half before, as they wore their most fashionable outfits while others wore their favourite comfortable clothes. There was the small collective scattered about in their version of the green and red uniforms. Blazers for those few were abandoned against the slider doors, along with any bags.

A group of girls were laughing and twirling around in a circle, their skirts flaring out around them. A few boys had formed a break dance circle and were taking turns showing off their moves. Others were jumping around, trying to keep up with the fast-paced pop music.

Mors and I were standing on the sidelines, watching the students with amusement, pleased to see their students letting loose and having fun in these otherwise stressful times for them.

"You should have seen them in year seven. I'm so glad we don't teach the lower years, so we don't have to teach them how to dance," Mors said. "That was a nightmare the first go around. By far easier allowing them to prance about to the playlist."

"You taught them as year sevens?" I asked.

He nodded. "I convinced Harro that it would be beneficial if we just had one teacher overseeing them, enabling them to focus on the students instead of every year gaining a new year coordinator each year."

That actually made sense. A lot less could slip through if the teacher knew all the student tricks and issues going on. Swapping heads of only complicated things.

It created a community. A second family who knew each other's interests and the teachers could continue to use information they learnt as well as their tricks to get out of doing more work than what was necessary.

To do the best to protect you but careful not to smother you, so your light didn't go out.

A community that celebrated this joy but also challenged you. Ensuring that you respect not only yourselves but others. Together, as one, a solid entity allowed you to grieve together and supported those who were among you when their life was diminished due to pain and suffering. With every experience, it drew them closer to one another, strengthening their bond.