It happens every day. I’m walking around the classroom, focused on explaining something or listening to the kids, and I see it. A used Kleenex. Bleccchhh.
Of course, no one claims it. A chorus of “that’s not mine” and “not me” is as predictable as can be if I even ask the question. And I never see anyone drop one on the floor. More likely they’ve tossed it in the general direction of the garbage can or it’s fallen from the top of their desk. But really–can’t we get this problem solved?
We’ve had class meetings. We’ve had interrogations. We’ve had pleading. We’ve had tears. (I may possibly be exaggerating all of that…but really. It’s gross.) I usually get a clean tissue, pick up the dirty one and throw it away myself.
But no more! I am rescued from the unpleasant task of reaching down towards a wet, snotty Kleenex! I have been gifted with a long-handled, squeezy grabber! It has a pincher that will pick up something light and then release it into the trash can. It’s perfect! I can’t wait to use it!
But so far, there hasn’t been even one disgusting tissue left on the floor for the teacher to find. I don’t really believe that they’ve had a sudden realization that they should make better use of the garbage can. I’ll just give it a little more time…