"I understand." He tapped ashes out into the sand and then returned to smoking the pipe, staring out at the water with a sigh. "I wish to be a good teacher, but I fear I am not enough for those children." He looked over to Ben.

"I have him separated from his friend, Ed, seating wise. I can't promise to keep them apart after class or during lunch, but I've moved the children around so they would be less disruptive." Not that it was working.