"I was chewing gum, nothing unusual, when Mr. F said that there was no gum allowed in his room. He asked me to spit it out. I thought about spitting it at him, but then..."
And that's when the girl turned around in her chair to find me standing behind her.
"Can I help you with something?" she asked.
At this point, I wanted to hear the end of the story. Because I know Mr. F. He's not the sort of teacher who tolerates such misbehavior. And I wondered why she got so upset over so little.
And I wanted her to, oh, I don't know, perhaps...STOP CHATTING AND START WORKING!
Well, with me standing there, the story was at an end. Not that she got back to doing any work. No. She just started talking about something else.
It wasn't until I walked away that she went back to the story.
Alas, the reason I walked away was to assist another student, so I did not get the end of the story. Too bad. But that's usually how these things work out.