by Charles McKelvy
The substitute teacher looked out at the Advanced Placement World Geography class before her, and then she pointed to the map behind her.
“Who can name a city in France?” she said. “Besides Paris.”
The students busily texted one another, and then the brightest of the lot shot up his hand and said: “Potatoes, France!”
“You know—Potatoes, France. It’s right there on the map.”
The substitute teacher/would-be-concert-pianist looked at the map of France and saw that there was indeed a Potatoes, France.
Naturally, she wanted to tell the little darlings that potatoes simply referred to the fact that they grew potatoes in that region of France. She wanted to cheekily inform the wonders of the universe that they just as easily could have answered: Coal, France or Mustard, France, but she needed to keep her day job while she awaited word from the great symphonies of the world.
So she just let the straight-A geniuses return to their urgent texting and selfing and communicating with persons not present while she played a Mozart piano concerto in her head.