Bee Season [antikvár]

a AT PRECISELY 11 A.M. EVERY TEACHER in every classroom at McKinley Elementary School tells their students to stand. The enthusiasm of the collective chair scrape that follows rates somewhere between mandatory school assembly and head lice inspection. This is especially the case in Ms. Bergermeyer's fourth/fifth combination, which everybody knows is where the unimpressive fifth graders are put. Eliza Naumann certainly knows this. Since being designated three years ago as a student fi-om whom great things should not be expected, she has grown inured to the sun-bleached posters of puppies and kittens hanging firom ropes, and trying to climb ladders, and wearing hats that are too big for them above captions like "Hang in there " "If at first you don't succeed . . ." and "There's always time to grow." These baby animals, which have adorned the walls of every one of her classrooms fi:om third grade onward, have watched over untold years of C students who never get picked for Student