quiet-the-power-of-introverts-in-a-world-that-cant-stop-talking-susan-cain

But not all of them. When you see
the kids as one big mass, they look like
a room full of joyfully squirming puppies.
But when you focus on individual
children—like Maya, a redhead with a
ponytail, wire-rimmed glasses, and a
dreamy expression on her face—you
get a strikingly different picture.
In Maya’s group, the “executive
branch,” everyone is talking at once.
Maya hangs back. Samantha, tall and
plump in a purple T-shirt, takes charge.
She pulls a sandwich bag from her
knapsack and announces, “Whoever’s
holding the plastic bag gets to talk!”
The students pass around the bag, each
contributing a thought in turn. They remind
me of the kids in The Lord of the
Flies civic-mindedly passing around
their conch shell, at least until all hell
breaks loose.
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