In Alaska, we never knew what strange manner of "share" was going to enter the classroom. One time it was a live seagull that a kid had tied to his wrist. Another was a frozen baby seal. I thought those days were over when I moved to Maine. I was apparently wrong. This poor frog entered the classroom, eyes almost popping out of it's head. And it doesn't end at school. The other day a couple of my students showed up at my house with a gigantic whale bone they found on the beach. I can just hear the parents saying, "Take that over to the teacher's house, they'll love it!" Of course, they're right.
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