Every year I teach this poem called "instructions on not giving up" and every year the students get stuck on the word "strewn". So to demonstrate I will grab a handful of markers or highlighters and toss them on the floor.
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But without fail, every time one of the students will get up and start picking them up. Like one part of me is awe-inspired by how kind they are and another part of me is like "y'all just going to watch me act crazy and then clean up my mess? This wasn't supposed to be a social experiment.
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