fidgeting around as if their very bones were infected with a thousand ants! Others were making odd
noises through their clogged up noses. I shivered at the recollection of how many germs were floating
amidst us. One boy kept launching himself at a fly. I marveled at his failure to change tactic, because
obviously his present one was as useless as the fly itself. Eventually the discussion was put to a much
needed end as my youthful teacher exclaimed,
“Rule #10 remember to have loads of FUNN!”
The whole class chuckled whilst I wondered why such an innate need was classified into a rule…. My
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