Our Block Routine

   I gave up on teaching the Mexican boy almost the moment I lay eyes on him. The only thing I was able to find out about him was his name, Luis. He didn't speak english and he wasn't American, so I knew at once it would be a waste of time to teach someone so stupid. 

   I still had the responsibility to teach my other students, of course, which led to the need to distract Luis and make him entertain himself everyday. The first day we met, I sent him to the back to play with blocks. As I went about with my lesson, I almost forgot he was there. It was perfect.

   The next day, Luis went right to the back to play with blocks, while I taught the rest of the students. And thus, our routine was born. Every morning, the students would file in and sit in their desks, while Luis would walk to the back  corner, take out the blocks, and leave everyone alone.

   I never paid attention to what he built, at the end of the day I knocked it over and put those blocks back in the box, ready for tomorrows use. I was almost able to forget he was there. Almost.