There was a murmur of voices in his classroom: I could hear them.
I thought bad: I thought he wasn’t able to maintain discipline in his classes.
When I got into his classroom, my heart gave a small jolt: the students were working on their tablets and talking among them with the positive purpose of exchanging information and stuff. I realized I had thought bad of him. It was a group work, yes sir. / Photo from: www oneclickroot com