A quiet spin before the bell

The last five minutes of class have a certain rhythm. The rustle of notebooks closing, the quiet hum of anticipation. I’d look at my list, a few words circled from the lesson, and just give the wheel a gentle spin.

It wasn't about cramming

I never tried to review everything. That felt too heavy, too much like work. It was more about catching one or two ideas before they slipped away completely.Sometimes it was a word I'd heard but hadn't quite used myself. Other times it was a term that felt just out of reach during the discussion. The wheel just helped me pick which one to sit with for a moment.

How the words settled

There’s a difference between seeing a word on a slide and letting it sit in your mind. In those short breaks, with the classroom noise as a backdrop, the word would just kind of echo.I’d turn it over, not trying to define it perfectly, but just noticing its shape. It felt less like studying and more like letting something find its place.

A small habit that stuck

It became a quiet ritual, those few minutes before packing up. No pressure, no test. Just a chance to acknowledge a piece of the day's learning before moving on.