As I walked around the room, I saw one of my students deep in thought, pecking away at his keyboard. But then he stopped.
As I stopped walking and talking, he looked at me and said:
Could you stop talking? You are making me lose my focus.
I wasn't upset.
Instead, I laughed outloud and smiled within.
I was proud.
I was proud that a student in my class felt comfortable enough to speak his mind. He wasn't rude about it. He waited for me to stop, made eye contact and asked me to stop.
He needed me to stop talking so that he could start thinking.
It was a good way to end the day.