The other teacher and I exchange pleasantries as she packs up and erases the board and I log into the computer. As she leaves, I notice new posters hanging and I am glad to have student work adorning the walls. A change. Something to look at.
Later, as I walk around to work with my students, I see large crude drawings surrounded by words, a character study. They are reading The Lord of the Flies. I see Ralph and Piggy and Simon and Jack, and Roger Who is Roger? Another character lies hidden by a crease. Days pass and no one has bothered to hang it back up, so I fold it and put it on a stack of her things.
Today I see three pink sticky notes next to Jack and I become curious. Are they part of the assignment? Why don’t the other posters have them? So I cautiously peel them back to reveal the cartoon brutality beneath.
Why cover that? Who are they protecting? Them? Me? I am interested and amused, both about the symbolism of the act and the reality of it. The next day when I see her, I will forget to ask. The posters will become ubiquitous and invisible and are only replaced when she has more student work to hang.