After School

[Mr. Orin Tanimoto] September - Friday - 3:46 p.m.

[Mr. Orin Tanimoto]

September – Friday – 3:46 p.m.  

It was a little too quiet for Orin as he placed the five inch tall round containers in a box. He knew he should have turned on the internet radio on his laptop before cleaning up the classroom. The sound of plastic hitting cardboard had no rhythm for his imagination. He tried shuffling the box a little to agitate something in head, but it wasn’t enough. He hung his head low in shame. His computer was on the other side of the classroom and he was too lazy to walk over. It didn’t help him either to know he was almost done.

His “Look-But-Can’t-Touch” idea was a success in his classroom. However it was a curse to him to pick up all the containers at the end of the day. He wanted to be nice to Mario the custodian; fumbling over thirty plus plastic containers every time he cleaned the room would be a pain.

Orin set the box under his desk and packed his things. Before he left the room, he scoffed at a thought of wonder.