She felt nervous. I could tell. “Mr. Ball, do you think the virus will get here…to our town?” she asked. Her lips curled upward, just slightly, in what looked to be disgust. Her eyes remained fixed on mine, exuding a deep, child-like fear. I could tell she was nervous.
The boy next to her chimed in. “It’s already in Wilton,” he said. Wilton is a neighboring town. Although he delivered his words confidently, he likely felt nervous, too.
I placed the clipboard that held my conferring notes down on the table at which we sat. I took a deep breath. “I don’t know,” I said, looking sympathetically back at the eighth grade girl next to me.
Perhaps a better, more reassuring answer could have been provided.
But I’m nervous, too.