Get ready to go back in time to the 1900s.  Yes, I, Mr. France, literally went back in time today.  Well, not literally. var _gaq = _gaq || []; _gaq.push([‘_setAccount’, ‘UA-38304560-1’]); _gaq.push([‘_trackPageview’]); (function() { var ga = document.createElement(‘script’); ga.type = ‘text/javascript’; ga.async = true; ga.src = (‘https:’ == document.location.protocol ? ‘https://ssl’ : ‘http://www’) + ‘’; var s = document.getElementsByTagName(‘script’)[0]; s.parentNode.insertBefore(ga, s); })();

I arrived at school this morning, happy to be finishing out a strong week.  My students took a test on ecosystems yesterday, and they were about to do well on their literary devices test today (or at least I thought they would).  I went about my normal business, prior to my students entering, when one of my students entered.  Generally, he comes a bit early, as he eats breakfast at school and then comes down for some extra independent reading.
He meandered over to sit down in the big comfy chair in the Book Nook, when suddenly I heard him call me over.
“Uhh, Mr. France?” he said.
“Yeah, what’s up?” I replied.
“Uh, look at this.”
I walked over slowly, wondering what could possibly be so interesting in my chair.  I neared the chair, my brow furrowed, and I moved my head closer.
Someone had left a tack on my chair, point upwards, waiting for my derriere to greet it.
Is this normal?  Can’t they just deface a picture of me and post it all over the Internet like normal 21st century kids do?

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