Broken Pencils, Boys, and Dating So it all started a day this past week when I was cleaning out my classroom to pack up and move all my teacher junk to Florida…. and I found a broken pencil on the floor. then, another. and yet, another. Soon, I had a collection of broken pencils in my left hand and some building frustrations in my right mind. "Why so frustrated?" you may ask. Because the pencils in my hands weren't just any regular broken pencils, broken by natural causes (i.e. the lead had broken off the tops). No, it looked like they all had been karate-chopped directly down the middle of them for apparently no reason at all. Plus, someone had to pay a ridiculous price for all those brand-new pencils. (I did.) And someone had to clean up those pencils' pieces when they were broken and scattered all over the live-long day. (I did.) And, besides, shouldn't someone be teaching these kids the value of a dollar?? (Ohhhh, believe me, a...
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