I had written six names beside six tasks before lunch.
By the time the supply room opened, three people had refused their tasks and one had taken my pencil.
"You put me on both ends of the group," Liora said.
"At different stages."
"When do I cross between them?"
She drew a circle around the narrow passage. I looked at it, then at the people already waiting for equipment. A student carrying two shields had turned sideways and still managed to hit the doorframe with both.
"After the turn," I said.
"Then you have no one in front during the turn."
She gave the pencil back. I crossed out the second assignment. My old party menus had never complained about walking through each other. They had also never made me carry my own water. I was beginning to understand the appeal of whoever had designed them.
