We trudge together over swamps, through quicksand, and on boiling-hot asphalt. The kids are roped together like a chain gang, so when one falls over, the rest of the line is disrupted.
The destination is unclear and unimportant. I have a recurring teacher dream: I am shepherding a gigantic class - 100 kids or so, all first graders - on a very long walking field trip.
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