The rest of that week at school, I kept looking over my shoulder, checking which boys were behind me. If they were walking too near me, or if their chairs were too close. If they were whispering or laughing at their phones. Or, even worse, taunting out loud.
“What's a limpet?” I asked her.
She smiled. “A tiny mollusk, like a snail. They’re very common; you see them all over ocean rocks. Tía Rosario brought this one back for me from Puerto Rico. But I was thinking it should be yours, Mila. Because it’s so tough.”
of extreme importance; vital to the resolution of a crisis
I understand why it might sound that way, but I think it’s crucial for the boys to understand that what they did isn’t just personal; it actually affects all of us in this building.
When we had all sat down again, Ms. Fender asked me to play a random interval—a C followed by whatever other note I wanted. And then Liana and each of the boys had to hear what the interval was and play it back.