Mrs. Q loved her job. Anyone could see that teaching was her passion, and she loved passing that love to her students.
She didn't believe that any students head was truly empty. She saw something in everyone. That's what made her a great teacher.
The only problem with her logic was that some students, while their brains were far from empty, their attentions were not on the history of the Cauliflower King, or whatever they were learning.
See, I'm one of those students, I want to focus, I really do, but, for example, I wanted to use some sticky notes to write down what the teacher was saying, but I realized I didn't have any, so I started thinking about how I'd have to remember to bring sticky notes to school tomorrow. Then I started to consider asking the person next to me if they had any, but Mrs. Q didn't like people talking in her class, even if they were asking someone for something, so I probably shouldn't do that. I thought I could just use my paper, except I my notebook in my locker. So maybe I simply shouldn't take notes? That wouldn't do, I'm so forgetful, and-
"Eve, what did George Washington cross on Christmas, during the American Revolution?" Mrs. Q had said, giving me the most piercing stare.
I didn't know, so I stared back at her for a moment, than said, "He crossed the line!"
Everyone laughed, and it was fine. I started thinking about how lucky I was, and then I wondered if thinking that you were lucky would make you more lucky, because you'd get more excited when lucky things did happen. But then again, I thought, when something bad happen, wouldn't I notice it more, and start feeling unlucky? So superstition is more complicated than I thought. So then I wondered...
What the Fruitcake the teacher was talking about.