And the shortest day of the week somehow felt like the longest day, the quickest minds slowed and the slow ones burst to the front happy to have a moment, happy to have anything, really.  The hands of the clock stalled today.  The calendar promised it would not budge.  It seemed only right to hold still in the sun, it seemed the best thing to do.  And so we marched out of the drab portable, down the clanking metal stairs and we stood where the black cement turns white for a good, slow minute and it was alright then that the day drug, that our minds had refused to hold anything else.  It was alright that there are still seven and a half weeks left until summer arrives and that The Tests are around the corner and it was even alright that fractions proved slippery and aloof no matter how hard we chased them that morning.

The sun can do large things, you see.  The sun can burn away classroom worry, it can still the jerkiest bodies, quiet the loudest voices.  The sun can take an upside down day and move it on its way.