When I tell the kids that’s it’s time to rev up their pencils because we’re going to start a writing assignment, I inevitably hear a few moans and groans. I look at Becky who’s beaming. She has an array of perfectly sharpened fancy dancy pencils WITH erasers and is all set to start. Then there’s Joe who slid under his desk the minute I announced it and is playing with his sneaker strap. Jerry rolls his eyes and whispers “OH NO! I HATE writing!” Mary asks if she can go to the bathroom. Kurt tells me he doesn’t have a pencil. I tell him he shouldn’t worry because I have thousands to lend him. Sound familiar?