Gemotions

"Mr. Peterson? Really?" Clara stared at the enrollment papers. Her own childhood memories of Mr. Peterson were a mix of reverence and fear. He was a good teacher, but also stern. Now, her son, Daniel, was going to be in his class.

The fluorescent lights of the kitchen seemed to hum louder than usual. Clara's stomach tightened, recalling the hushed atmosphere of Mr. Peterson's classroom, the sharp smell of chalk. She pictured Daniel, small and eager, facing the same challenges she had.

She spent the next few days preparing Daniel. She practiced math problems with him, helped him build a strong foundation of confidence. It wasn’t about preparing him for the class; it was about preparing him for Mr. Peterson. She wanted to shield him from any discomfort.