I hear the electric pencil sharpener whirring. I sense the tenseness of our math test.

The suspenseful sight of our teachers revealing our jobs for the week. The smell of our lunch, pizza. The sound of us playing knockout and the ball swishing in the hoop. The sight of people taking off their masks. The sound of the morning meeting leader telling us the day’s schedule. The smell of our writer’s notebook. The sharpness of the pencil I just sharpened. The ickiness of glue on our hands. The sound of the dismissal board ringing and someone walking out of the classroom to leave.