You would think that - at an interview for a teaching position - I would be ready for that question.
You would think wrong.
Think, Stephanie. Think.
(Say something. Say something. Say something.)
My face still frozen in an awkward and slightly manic smile, I tried to glance over and see what she was writing.
(Good stuff? Was she writing good stuff?)
Looking back, she probably wasn't writing good stuff.
Suddenly, I heard a shout from across the room, where some of the children were playing math games.
I waited as my interviewer pulled the child aside for a quick discussion and then came back to sit at the table.
I didn't get the job.