Rob is holding out his pencil toward me as he walks into class. The tip has been mauled by his trip through the gauntlet of a locker hallway plus construction zone. "My pencil just broke--on my way here!" he cries.
"Bummer," I say, "there's no longer a pencil sharpener in here either." Our library is also a construction zone.
He looks at me with a glimmer in his eye. He's trying to think of something clever to say. Ten seconds pass.
"And that's why... I shouldn't have come to Hogwarts!" he says, shaking his head as he walks away.
Just to be clear, I do teach in a normal public school. I also teach eighth graders.