What's mine is mine; what's mine is mine

A student came in this morning to take a quiz that they had missed. That's enough right there to make note of, if you ask me. I'm constantly giving zeros for make-up work not completed. That's got to be the first time in a long time a student has come in for work. Sure students come in, but they're usually carring a project for Art and are asking me if they can store it my class. Or they come by trying to peddle some after school club fundraiser crap on me.

No, I don't want or need a candle in the shape of kittens napping.

Of course this glowing moment did have a blemish. I told the student that they would need a sheet of paper for their quiz and the next thing I saw was the the student rumaging around on my desk! My... desk! I asked them what they were doing and they told me that they were looking for a sheet of paper to use. Who does that? That's my stuff on my desk. You don't go messin' with another fella's things. That's just basic street law.

Think about it--I don't go through their garbage cans at night--at least not since those home security lights became so popular.