Years of teaching leaves me with traditions that promote the creativity in the young ones.  It's Saint Patrick's Day Eve.  There are traps to make.  Catching a Leprechaun takes over all their senses.  There is pure delight.  I have relished every year of watching the traps being built.  Such ingenuity.  Some more glamorous than others.  Those silly creatures turn over the chairs and tear the room apart.  And always leave a Pot O' Gold. The milk turns green.  Last year the resident redhead discovered even the toilet ... View Post