The Izzy Inch — it’s a style of walking. Izzy’s style.
Izzy is an eleven year-old boy who could give a snail lessons in slow. Somehow — through my own busy-ness and distraction, Izzy became line leader for the month. It happened that I had a ton of paperwork due on the first of the month, and the kids were impatient to switch jobs. So, to accomplish both at once, I put Jasmine in charge of sign up. The only hard and fast rule is, you can’t have a job you’ve had before. Thus, Izzy became line leader.
Yesterday was cloudy and windy. A bitter wind was blowing across the valley and through our pathetic jackets that shiver in real cold. We shivered through the pledge and morning announcements. We shivered as each grade level exited the playground, youngest to eldest, 5th grade last, and my class the last of the last, followed only by the principal, who walked at the back of my line with me.
Still we shivered — while moving remarkably slow. I noticed no other classes in front of us. “Let’s pick up the pace,” I said to my class. Nothing happened. Our feet were barely moving. “Faster!”
The line sped up from imperceptible to slow. I moved to where I could see the front of the line and spotted Izzy shuffling his feet. I glanced over at the principal and said, “We’re not going to get there today.”
“And why not?” Her voice was stern.
“Izzy is line leader.”
She looked startled for a moment, then dissolved in a fit of giggles.