. . . and I was super excited that someone left us a special rock and I walked around all smiley for 30 minutes until I was digging through the recycle bin for a piece of scrap paper and found a lesson plan about “clay” problems and “rock” problems and realized that this rock (and the jar of play-doh near it) we’re part of the guidance counselor’s lesson in the library last week and then I went back to my normal, hum-drum life in the library.
