I am a teacher. I am about to begin or end a lesson and I see my old English teacher nearby. He is about to begin his own day and is gathering a bunch of students for a common activity. I join them. We all stand in a circle on my grandmother's lawn. There must be about 30 of us. I recognize some of the students as my old classmates from years ago, while others are strangers or new students. My old English teacher starts a song/rhythmic verse that everyone says together. It carries the message of how we all are individuals and that we accept who we are. I think this is quite extraordinary. I realize most of these kids are teenagers and that it must be tough to get them to gather and sing this together. Everyone will get a turn to sing solo and do a personal dance or move. I am trying to learn the lyrics since they are completely new to me. I move my lips and in the chorus I sing out loud. I look around and smile at the vividness of it all. I see how and old classmate of mine dances a very hip dance while he is singing his solo. I laugh out loud in cheer when he attempts to break dance. I hope no one will mind. We are all holding hands while singing and I am thinking that my English teacher certainly knows how to bring students together in a nice way.