You're in your grade-school seat stiff with anticipation. You have no idea what the teacher is saying. Timmy's picking his nose, and for once you don't care enough to announce it. But you gotta show someone; it's so cool. You can't even believe Mom let you get it. You've wanted it for so long and now you'll be the envy of all your classmates. So you pull it gingerly from your backpack and gesture to Tommy, then Jacob, then Christie and Sally. Then, as if from the sky, a hand reaches down and confiscates your newest possession. Mr. Johnson says you can get it not at recess (when you'd planned on showing it around), not at lunch (when everyone would talk about it) but at the end of the... More >>>