Its intriguing to be apart of a social experiment and yet be invisible to your subjects.

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mother instincts in teachers never seem to leave, even when she only has students to guide
and not her own children. A bear she was, the teacher of DECA, so influential in her ways the
cubs dare not disrespect her power. Then suddenly they walk away out of the room without
much explanation as to where they intended on going.

When the class started there wasnt a single student in their seats. She spoke over their voices
and gave commands, and her students set to work. Suddenly there was swirling in the room as
the students bodies dragged the cold air from the ground and up into my face. The blue carpet
gave way and became the sky, the constrictive while ceiling the freedom clouds, and swirling
students the seagulls in between.