Those precious fourth graders I taught last year have become fifth graders heading into sixth grade, and their charm is fading quickly.
On Friday I went by Andrea's desk and saw billions and billions of tiny pieces of paper. It looked like some tiny, minute creatures so small their fingers could not be recognized by the human eye had taken several pieces of 8.5" x 11" notebook paper and turned them into the world's most miniature confettti.
I was dumbfounded. I looked at Andrea and disbelievingly asked her, "Andrea, what is going on here? What is this crud?"
"Well, it's just paper and erasers and stuff."
"Did you do this during class time?"
"Yes sir, I did."
"Are my classes so boring that you have nothing better to do than shred paper and erasers?"
"Yeah, sometimes."
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ouch that had to hurt! Now you know what it feels like to be a parent.
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