The rain was drumming on the tin roof last Thursday, and little Sentila, who never speaks, suddenly said, "Miss, if I call my own foul, I have to mean it—like when I borrow the eraser and don't give it back." That's it, isn't it? No committee, no referee hovering with a whistle—just you and your word, and the game goes faster and cleaner because everyone knows the cost of breaking it. My B.Ed. books never taught me that, but the playground did.
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