Mr. Todd And The Kids

Every month or so Mr. Todd would stop class in the middle. “You know,” he would say, “I don’t have the mind for Rousseau right now. It’s time for a break. Can’t keep grinding the mind away day after day.”
The kids, those that were awake, agreed. They started getting antsy.
When this happened Mr. Todd never had a plan, he just knew he couldn’t possibly be bothered to think any more. “We’ll try again tomorrow or next week,” he would say.
By then the kids would be wide awake, whispering to each other and imagining the sunny day outside.