Wow. Today, we celebrated Thanksgiving by holding our school's Grandparents' Dinner a week before the actual holiday. This is the one day in the year that the old people going into daipers and the young ones coming out of them gather in the same cafeteria as the high schoolers that want nothing to do with either.
They sit down and try to strike up a conversation. A word to the wise: Teenagers either don't talk or don't stop talking, depending on where they stand in the popularity chain. The ones who don't talk...won't...talk. The ones who do, however, will chatter your ear off about stuff you don't want to hear in the first place.
Then comes the meal: a one-course meal served on real plates with real silverware. To be honest, I wasn't even sure our school HAD real dishes. The message there: Thanks so much for working most of your life and sending your tax money to other schools. Let us thank you by showing you what our kids don't get.
Still no change in the story, due to lack of pencils. And interest. Not at the story, but at finding pencils.
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