My students can be weird and
crazy. (What teenagers don’t fit that description at some point?) They have
started a club called the Autobots and have stashed a “special” chair in my
room. They found it in the trash and tagged it with the autobots symbol. They
told me to protect their chair, but I told them I wasn’t an autobot, so I owed
them no protection. They asked me if I wold protect their chair if I was to
become a member of this special group. I said maybe. They said they would have a
meeting and a vote about it. Apparently you have to be chosen by the “primes”
of the group in order to join.
I got tired of waiting and
made my own group…
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