The first day I walked into the classroom the teacher said,

 “Its great to have you here.  Please make yourself 

comfortable observe my class.  See if you can pick out

 the five students that are yours.”

After a half hour the students left for art class.  The teacher 

turned to me and asked, “Did you find them?”

“ I think the one sitting there, there, there, by the book case, and there.  

But I found one more, the boy standing in the middle kind of spinning.”

“Oh! Your right but he’s not yours.  He has an auditory processing 

problem and keeps looking at his friends so that he knows what to do.”  

We became good friends after that conversation and I

 worked in that school for ten years.