Summary: “No, no, no! Don’t try to help me up yet , ” I instructed , choking bac k laughter through a face full of snow. Third graders teetered in their snowshoes on the edge of the tree as well with mixed emotions written on their faces—equal parts concern and confusion. I was sunk to my armpits in snow, insisting that they not help me out of it. The learning had begun.
