When she entered his classroom, Wade looked up and grinned from ear to ear. Though he was in his mask as usual, he was getting to the point where he almost didn’t feel like he needed it at the school anymore. Only slightly. There were still little kids that might be frightened by his scars. Turning off toward an invisible audience, Wade whispered, “I don’t wanna make the little kids cry, or you know, throw shit at me. Kids are mean. They have no empathy! I don’t either, but that’s not the point.”