Don’t Wanna Pick That Up

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 … Continue reading Don’t Wanna Pick That Up