"Give me that!" a usually mild-mannered student shouted over the hubbub of our class.
I stepped over and stepped in. "What's happening?"
Her randomly-assigned partner for the day was impishly dangling a piece of scotch tape just out of her reach.
"He won't give that to me!" she explained indignantly.
"Why do you want it?" I asked.
"He told me to put my thumbprint on it, and then he used it to unlock my iPad," she reported with wide eyes, "AND... it worked!"
He laughed even as I confiscated the piece of tape and crumpled it up. "I'm like a secret agent!" he said. "I'm going to get thumb prints of everybody!"
"You are not," I told him. "It's like making copies of people's keys, or stealing the combination to their lockers."
His face fell.
"Way cooler, though," I consoled him. "But still, not allowed."
I stepped over and stepped in. "What's happening?"
Her randomly-assigned partner for the day was impishly dangling a piece of scotch tape just out of her reach.
"He won't give that to me!" she explained indignantly.
"Why do you want it?" I asked.
"He told me to put my thumbprint on it, and then he used it to unlock my iPad," she reported with wide eyes, "AND... it worked!"
He laughed even as I confiscated the piece of tape and crumpled it up. "I'm like a secret agent!" he said. "I'm going to get thumb prints of everybody!"
"You are not," I told him. "It's like making copies of people's keys, or stealing the combination to their lockers."
His face fell.
"Way cooler, though," I consoled him. "But still, not allowed."
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